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The Gay Gordons
(Dargai, October 20th, 1897)
Who's for the Gathering, who's for the Fair?
(Gay goes the Gordon to a fight)
The bravest of the brave are at dead-lock there,
(Highlanders! march! by the right!)
There are bullets by the hundred buzzing in the air;
There are bonny lads lying on the hillside bare;
But the Gordons know what the Gordons dare
When they hear the pipers playing!
(Gay goes the Gordon to a fight)
The bravest of the brave are at dead-lock there,
(Highlanders! march! by the right!)
There are bullets by the hundred buzzing in the air;
There are bonny lads lying on the hillside bare;
But the Gordons know what the Gordons dare
When they hear the pipers playing!
The happiest English heart to-day
(Gay goes the Gordon to a fight)
Is the heart of the Colonel, hide it as he may.
(Steady there! steady on the right!)
He sees his work and he sees the way,
He knows his time and the word to say,
And he's thinking of the tune that the Gordons play
When he sets the pipers playing!
(Gay goes the Gordon to a fight)
Is the heart of the Colonel, hide it as he may.
(Steady there! steady on the right!)
He sees his work and he sees the way,
He knows his time and the word to say,
And he's thinking of the tune that the Gordons play
When he sets the pipers playing!
Rising, roaring, rushing like the tide,
(Gay goes the Gordon to a fight)
They're up through the fire-zone, not to be denied;
(Bayonets! and charge! by the right!)
Thirty bullets straight where the rest went wide,
And thirty lads are lying on the bare hillside;
But they passed in the hour of the Gordons' pride,
To the skirl of the pipers' playing.
(Gay goes the Gordon to a fight)
They're up through the fire-zone, not to be denied;
(Bayonets! and charge! by the right!)
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And thirty lads are lying on the bare hillside;
But they passed in the hour of the Gordons' pride,
To the skirl of the pipers' playing.
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