Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.
The Hundred Pipers
By Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne (17661845)
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Wi’ a hundred pipers, an’ a’, an’ a’,
We ’ll up, and we ’ll gi’e them a blaw, a blaw,
Wi’ a hundred pipers, an’ a’, an’ a’.
It is ower the border, awa’, awa’,
It is ower the border, awa’, awa’,
O, we ’ll on, an’ we ’ll march to Carlisle Ha’,
Wi’ its yetts, its castel, au’ a’, an’ a’.
Wi’ their tartans, their kilts, an’ a’, an’ a’,
Wi’ bannets an’ feathers, an’ glitterin’ gear,
An’ pibrochs soundin’ sae sweet an’ clear.
Will they a’ come hame to their ain dear glen?
Will they a’ return, our brave Hieland men?
O, second-sichted Sandie looked fu’ wae,
An’ mithers grat sair whan they marched away.
Wi’ a hundred pipers, etc.
Wha is it first follows the blaw, the blaw?
Bonnie Charlie, the king o’ us a’, us a’,
Wi’ his hundred pipers, an’ a’, an’ a’,
His bannet and feather, he ’s waving high,
His prancin’ steed maist seems to fly;
The nor’ wind plays wi’ his curly hair,
While the pipers blaw up an unco flare!
Wi’ his hundred pipers, etc.
But shouther to shouther the brave lads keep;
Twa thousand swam ower to fell English ground,
An’ danced themselves dry to the pibroch sound.
Dumfoundered the English were a’, were a’,
Dumfoundered they a’ heard the blaw, the blaw,
Dumfoundered they a’ ran awa’, awa’,
Frae the hundred pipers, an’ a’, an’ a’.
Wi’ a hundred pipers, etc.