Rory Murphy

Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
Saw ye Rory Murphy comin' frae Dumbarton

Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
Saw ye Rory Murphy comin' frae Dumbarton

Now Rory was a piper bold
Hieland blood wi' in him flowed
And lowland bodies' hearts aye glowed
To the tunes of Rory Murphy
He filled the warriors' breasts wi' fire
He cheered the heart o' sage and sire
And made the listening groups admire
As he gae'd through Dumbarton

Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
Saw ye Rory Murphy comin' frae Dumbarton

He had a beard o'lammer gloss
His cheeks were fresher than the rose
His sparkling eyes as black's a sloe's
And a nose as red's a partan
Rory stood six foot or more
The brawest man on Scotland's shore
And all the lassies did adore
The piper o'Dumbarton

Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
Saw ye Rory Murphy comin' frae Dumbarton

He oft times played the night awa'
And never was he tired at aw
Piping note for one and a'
And a tune for every tartan
When Rory drank an extra gill
He made his chanter sound say shrill
You'd hear him on Benlomond Hill
As clear as in Dumbarton

Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
Saw ye Rory Murphy comin' frae Dumbarton

'Twas whisky that did him betray
While tottering home more drunk each day
He fell headlong all doon the brae
That killed him dead for certain
No more we'll hear his witchy tones
No more he'll blow his Hieland drones
His bones lie cold beneath the stones
In the kirkyard o'Dumbarton

Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
Saw ye Rory Murphy comin' frae Dumbarton

Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
Saw ye Rory Murphy comin' frae Dumbarton
Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
Saw ye Rory Murphy, the piper o'Dumbarton