You may talk about your Lancers or your Irish Fusiliers, The Aberdeen Militia or the Queen's Own Volunteers, Or any other regiment that's lying far awa,Come give to me the tartan or the gallon forty-two, I'm scrolling through the green fields on a summer day, Watching all the country girls working at the hay,I really was delighted and he stoned me hard to wa, When I saw him in the tartan or the gallon forty-two.I never will forget the day his regiment marched past, The pipes they played a lively tune but my heart was aghast, He turned around and smiled farewell and then from far awa, He waved to me the tartan or the gallon forty-two.I'm scrolling through the green fields on a summer day, Watching all the country girls working at the hay, I really was delighted and he stoned me hard to wa, When I saw him in the tartan or the gallon forty-two.Once again I heard the music of the pipers from afar, They trumped and trumped the weary men returning from the war, And as they nearer drew I brushed awo for t'ear awa, To see my Bundy Lemmy of the gallon forty-two.I'm scrolling through the green fields on a summer day, Watching all the country girls working at the hay, I really was delighted and he stoned me hard to wa, When I saw him in the tartan or the gallon forty-two.*