The Piper is piping way up in the
You can hear him for many a mile.
When the drone, and the chanter, call
all Highland men,
To gather with flair and with style.
They look fine and so proud in their
own tartan cloth,
The Kilt, and the Dirk at the ready,
And we know they will not find nearly
Of the whisky to keep them all heady.
MacDonald, MacGregor, the rest of the
Will meet and put strength to the
The moot point of honour for every
Is to prove that their Clan is the
So gather, and gather, is surely a
As tradition and past have decreed.
The Gael seeks his roots, and deems to
To his home, to his kin, and his