You may talk about your Lancers or your Irish Fusiliers,
The Aberdeen Militias or the Queen's Own Volunteers,
Or any other regiment that's lying far [bad word] give to me the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa.

And strolling through the green fields on a summer's day,
Watching all the country girls working at the hay,
I really was delighted and he stole me 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 to me the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa.

And strolling through the green fields on a summer's day,
Watching all the country girls working at the hay,
I really was delighted and he stole me heart awa',
When I saw him in the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa. 

Once again I hear 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',
To see my bonnie laddie in the Gallant Forty Twa.

Hey, strolling through the green fields on a summer's day,
Watching all the country girls working at the hay,
I really was delighted and he stole me heart awa',
When I saw him in the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa. 

And strolling through the green fields on a summer's day,
Watching all the country girls working at the hay,
I really was delighted and he stole me heart awa',
When I saw him in the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa. 
####.... Author unknown. Variant of a traditional Scots soldier's enlistment song, Jock McGraw. Also a variant of a Scottish broadside ballad, The Gallant Forty-Twa, published by the Poet's Box (Dundee) sometime between 1880 and 1900 and archived in The Word On The Street Broadsides at the National Library of Scotland, shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(25a)