Ryan's Fancy - Gallant Forty Twa

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 awa',
Come 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 brushed a woeful tear awa',
To see my bonnie laddie
in 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.

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.