You may talk about your lancers, or your Irish Fusiliers,
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The Aberdeen Militia or the Queen's Own Volunteers;
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Or any other regiment that's lying far awa'
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Come gie to me the tartan of the gallant Forty Twa.
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And strolling through the green fields on a summer day
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Watching all the country girls working at the hay,
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I really was delighted and he stole my heart awa'
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When I saw him in the tartan of the gallant Forty Twa.
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Oh I never will forget the day his regiment marched past
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The pipes they played a lively tune but my heart was aghast,
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He turned around and smiled farewell and then from far awa'
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He raised to me the tartan of the gallant Forty Twa.
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Once again I heard the music of the pipers from afar
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They tramped and tramped, the weary men returning from the war
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And as they nearer drew I brushed a woeful tear awa'
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To see my bonnie laddie of the gallant Forty Twa.
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Gallant 40 Twa
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| The Town Pants |
