The Gallant Forty Twa Cifras

[Verse 1]
G                                        C          G
You may talk about your lancers and your Irish Fusiliers
     C           G            A            D
The Aberdeen Militia and the Queens own volunteers
    C         G
Or any other regiment that's lying near or far
                                   D          G
Come give to me the tartan of the gallant Forty-Twa
 
[Chorus]
G                             C            G
Strolling through the hillside on summer's day
C                G              A             D
Watching all the country girls workin' at the hay
C             G
I really was delighted and she stole my hear awa
                                      D          G
When I saw her in the tartan of the gallant Forty-Twa
 
[Verse 2]
G                               C                G
I never will forget the day his regiment walked past
     C           G                 A            D
The piper played a lively tune and my heart was aghast
    C                G
He turned around and smile farewell, and then from far awa
                                   D          G
He waved to me the tartan of the gallant Forty-Twa
 
[Chorus]
G                             C            G
Strolling through the hillside on summer's day
C                G              A             D
Watching all the country girls workin' at the hay
C             G
I really was delighted and she stole my hear awa
                                      D          G
When I saw her in the tartan of the gallant Forty-Twa
 
 
[Verse 3]
G                                     C                  G
I stood there on the dockside, as his ship pulled out to sea
     C           G            A                D
And prayed that my own bonnie lad would soon return to me
    C                G
But many a pipe will sound no more and many a lad will fall
                                      D          G
When fighting for the tartan of the gallant Forty-Twa
 
[Chorus]
G                             C            G
Strolling through the hillside on summer's day
C                G              A             D
Watching all the country girls workin' at the hay
C             G
I really was delighted and she stole my hear awa
     G                                D          G
When I saw her in the tartan of the gallant Forty-Twa
 
[Verse 4]
G                                   C             G
Once again I hear the music of the pibroch from a far
     C                       G         A                  D
They tramped and tramped the weary men returning from the war
    C         G
And as they nearer drew I brushed a woeful tear awa
                                   D          G
To see my bonnie laddie of the gallant Forty-Twa
 
[Chorus]
G                             C            G
Strolling through the hillside on summer's day
C                G              A             D
Watching all the country girls workin' at the hay
C             G
I really was delighted and she stole my hear awa
                                      D          G
When I saw her in the tartan of the gallant Forty-Twa
 
 
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