Just like bein’ at hame

It's just like bein' at hame 
(There's a piper playing in the morning)
[From sheet music]

A Highland regiment was forced to start, 
To a distant land across the foam;
Whilst a poor old mither, with a heavy heart,
Waited anxiously at home.
Soon her sad face turned into a smiling one,
When a letter came from across the sea
For it said "Don't cry! Don't you sigh!
I'm as happy as can be":

There's a piper playing in the morning,
An auld Scotch tune so fine
There's a tartan pladdie buckled on each laddie
Oh it's just like Auld Lang Syne.
I can hear them praising Bonnie Scotland,
Bonnie Scotland's fame,
So don't sigh dear, Am a'richt here
It's just like being at hame.

The fierce fight lengthened and the months dragged on,
Whilst the roll call shorten'd every day;
Though they saw their comrades falling, one by one
Yet they bravely fought their way;
For the handful left had sworn to do or die,
And with one long cheer they forged ahead;
And a Highland lad fought like mad,
As mither proudly read:

The flag was planted beneath the scorching sun,
Where the white man's rule will ever reign;
And the brave Scots soldiers who had fought and won
Were returning home again.
And the Highland mither watched the passing ranks
For the face of one she loved so dear,
And in frenzied joy, kissed her boy,
As he whispered in her ear: