The Gallant Forty Twa
 You may talk about your lancers, or your Irish Fusiliers, 
The Aberdeen Militia or the Queen's Own Volunteers; 
Or any other regiment that's lying far awa' [bad word] give to me the tartan of the gallant Forty Twa. 
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And strolling through the green fields on a summer day, 
Watching all the country girls working at the hay, 
I really was delighted and he stole my heart awa' 
When I saw him in the tartan of the gallant Forty Twa. 

Oh I never will forget the day his regiment marched past. 
The pipes they played a lively tune but my heart was aghast, 
He turned around and smiled farewell and then from far awa' 
He waved at me the tartan of the gallant Forty Twa. 
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Once again I heard the music of the pipers from afar. 
They tramped and tramped, the weary men returning from the war. 
And as they nearer drew I [bad word] a woeful tear awa' 
For me and my braw laddie of the gallant Forty Twa. 
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