The Piping Fusilier ©

Well I went Doon tae Princes Street,

Tae see wit I could see

A lassie sae sweet oan Princes Street

But she widnae look at me

Tried tae impress her wi a dance

But fell richt oan ma sporran

Hope she'll gi me a second chance

When I try again the Morrin'

So to the gairden I wid diverge

Where I sat and had a beer

There I heard a Piper playing a dirge

That gave the bams the fear!

And so I joined him oan the verge

And played out loud and clear

Tae the the old fashioned highland dirge

Called the piping fusilier.

Guitar and Bagpipe solo

The Piper he smiled at me as he shook ma haun

I thanked him as I sat, and when I looked back he wiz gone

I wondered where he went Tae, then a thought jist hit me clear

"Did I just play a duet wi the Piping fusilier"

I picked ma bagpipe, and headed fur the tram

I gave my brow a quick wipe, then I heard a bam

"Here mate! Is tharra bagpipe! Gonnae gies a song?"

So I started playing yince again as they all sang along

And as I stepped fae the tram, that foggy night

I heard the tune play again

As I waved tae the bam, I then spotted a sight

That made me wonder if I'd gone insane

The piper smiled and nodded, as he gave the pipes a blaw

Doon the lane he trodded, then disappeared through a wa

But I still hear him playing , even tae this day

If yer ever doon that way, ye might hear him tae

Playing that old highland dirge, for anyone who's near

Can ye hear him playing? That piping fusilier?

Oh I still hear him playing

The piping fusilier!