There was a soldier,
a Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away,
and soldiered far away
There was none bolder,
with good broad shoulders
He'd fought and
woulnae afraid,
and fought and won
He'd seen the glory.
He's told the story
of battles glorious
and deeds victorious
But now he's sighing,
his heart is crying
to leave those green
hills of Cairo
Because those green hills
are not highland hills
Ah the islands hills they're
not my land's hills
And fair as these green
foreign hills may be
They're not the
hills of home
And now the soldier,
the Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away,
and soldiered far away
These leaves are falling
and death is calling
and he will fade away
in that far land
He'd call his piper,
his trusty piper
and bar him sound away
and he looked sad to play
Upon a hillside,
a Scottish hillside
not on them green
hills of Cairo
Because those green hills
are not highland hills
Ah the islands hills
they're not my land's hills
And fair as these green
foreign hills may be
They are not the
hills of home
And now the soldier,
the Scottish soldier
Will wander far no more,
and soldier far no more
Upon a hillside,
a Scottish hillside
you'll see a piper
play a soldier home
He'd seen the glory,
he'd told the story
of battles glorious
and deeds victorious
But he will cease now,
he is at peace now
far from those
green hills of Cairo
Because those green hills
are not highland hills
Ah the islands hills
they're not my land's hills
And fair as these green
foreign hills may be
They are not the
hills of home
Because those green hills
are not highland hills
Ah the islands hills
they're not my land's hills
And fair as these green
foreign hills may be
they are not the
hills of home