Here you are, my bonny boys
You're all dressed up to seize the world and all its toys
I hope it's roses - all the way
May you be lauded from Tiree to Arinsay
verse 2
Tell the truth and shame the devil
When you play fair the field is always level
Don't go with Jezebels - they'll lead you to straight to hell
Find a girl whose heart is not for sale
Bridge
Sing boys, sing
Be a tinker or a king
Bow to no one
Fear nothing, let love in
verse 3
Dry your tears, I am at peace
With your sweet voices in my ears, such sweet release
The piper calls - and I must heed
When the curlew's flying low, please think on me
When the curlew's flying low, please think on me