One Hundred PipersThe Hundred Pipers |
Carolina Oliphant, (Lady Nairne), 1766-1845
Chorus: Wi' a hundred pipers, a' a', an' a', Wi' a hundred pipers, a' a', an' a', We'll up an' gie them a blaw, a blaw Wi' a hundred pipers, a' a', an' a'. O it's owre the border awa', awa' It's owre the border awa', awa', We'll on an' we'll march to Carlisle ha' Wi' its yetts, its castle an' a', an a'.
O! our sodger lads looked braw, looked braw, |
2. O! wha' is foremos o' a', o' a', Oh wha' is foremost o' a', o' a', Bonnie Charlie the King o' us a', hurrah! Wi' his hundred pipers an' a', an ' a'. His bonnet and feathers he's waving high, His prancing steed maist seems to fly, The nor' win' plays wi' his curly hair, While the pipers play wi'an unco flare. Chorus:
3. The Esk was swollen sae red an' sae deep, |