Pipes, sporrans and whirling kilts
Voices raised in cheer with a Scottish lilt
Across the world the pipes whisper and shout
As kilted bands from the Highlands march
Beating the heart strings with never a doubt
At the head of many an army
Heading into danger in Harm’s Way
The music of the pipers were harbingers of the fray
Leading the march as they piped and played
Where did such music come from
Piped down from the Scottish glens
Sounding lonely from granite crags
Reaching the world flying St. Andrew’s flags
Inspiring millions the pipers march the streets
Their pipes and drums causing hearts to skip a beat
The Tartan Army heralds Scotland to all the world’s nations
With the vibrancy of history sounding in ancient ovation