Hear the pipers calling, Jennie Mine

There were pipers playing in the morning,
And the sound came over hill and dell,
As a Highland lad in his tartan plaid
Wished a lassie dear farewell.
Tho' any heart is sore, I'm bound to leave you
For there's fighting o'er the sea,
But I will remember the lassie
That I leave beside the Dee.

Hear the pipers calling Jenny mine,
See the boys are falling into line.
Wear the ribbon that I gave you
Just for auld lang syne.
Though your heart be weary do not sigh
I shall come back deairie by and bye,
And I'll kiss your tears away,
When I meet you coming through the rye.

Home again once more the boys are marching,
While the sounds of cheering fill the air,
And the lass with joy, sees her own dear boy
'Mongst the war worn soldiers there.
When the day is done and the twilights falling,
In a field of waving rye,
They meet once again and recall there
Tender words of days gone by.