| Oh, come boys and I’ll tell you a story
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| Of a piper who lived long ago
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| And he played all sorts of music
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| For friends and relations and foes
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| At hoolies and weddings and parties
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| Me lads, he was always the same
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| For he’d dance and he’d sing
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| And all sorts of things
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| Recitations and musical games
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| We invited him down to the party
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| He brought his old pipes just by chance
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| And we asked him to play a bit of a tune
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| He said: «No, I’ll give you a bit of a dance»
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| So we gave him a naggin' of whiskey
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| And poured out a bottle of stout
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| And we cut a great hole in the bag of his pipes
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| And this is the tune that came out…
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| Oh, the piper that played before Moses
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| Was a comical bit of a tout
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| He’d all sorts of bellows and chanters
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| And ribbons and pipes hanging out
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| And when he’d go for to squeeze them
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| He’d huff and he’d puff and he’d blow
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| He’d scream and he’d shout
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| Till the music came out
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| And away to the races he’d go
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| We invited him down to the party
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| He brought his old pipes just by chance
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| And we asked him to play a bit of a tune
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| He said: «No, I’ll give you a bit of a dance»
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| So we gave him a naggin' of whiskey
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| And poured out a bottle of stout
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| And we cut a great hole in the bag of his pipes
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| And this is the tune that came out…
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| He had all sorts of friends and relations
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| Who travelled from way overseas
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| With all sorts of grandeur and splendour
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| You’d nearly get weak at the knees
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| We cleared back the tables and dressers
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| When his cousin from Russia came in
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| On their hunkers they’d dance
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| They all took a chance
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| And kicked their heels to begin
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| We invited him down to the party
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| He brought his old pipes just by chance
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| And we asked him to play a bit of a tune
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| He said: «No, I’ll give you a bit of a dance»
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| So we gave him a naggin' of whiskey
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| And poured out a bottle of stout
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| And we cut a great hole in the bag of his pipes
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| And this is the tune that came out… |