THE HIGHLAND DIVISION'S FAREWELL TO SICILY
The pipie is dozie, the pipie is fey;
He winna come roon' for his vino the day.
The sky ow'r Messina is unco and grey,
An' a' the bricht chaulmers are eerie.
Then fareweel, ye banks o' Sicily
Fare ye weel ye valley and shaw,
There's nae Jock will mourn the kyles o' ye,
Puir bliddy swaddies are weary
Fareweel, ye banks o' Sicily,
Fare ye weel ye valley and shaw.
There's nae hame can smoor the wiles o' ye,
Puir bliddy swaddies are weary.
Then doon the stair and line the water-side,
Wait your turn, the ferry's awa',
Then doon the stair and line the water-side,
A' the bricht chaulmers are eerie.
The drummie is polisht, the drummie is braw -
He canna be seen for his webbin' ava.
He's beezed himsel' up for a photy an a'
Tae leave wi' his Lola, his dearie.
Sae fare weel, ye dives o' Sicily,
( Fare ye weel, ye shieling an' ha' );
We'll a' mind shebeens and bothies
Whaur kind signorinas were cheerie.
Fareweel , ye banks o' Sicily
( Fare ye weel, ye shieling an' ha' );
We'll a' mind shebeens and bothies
Whaur Jock made a date wi' his dearie.
Then tune the pipes an' drub the tenor drum
( Leave your kit this side o' the wa' );
Then tune the pipes an' drub the tenor drum.
A' the bricht chaulmers are eerie.
Questa fu composta da una cornamusa magggiore di un reggimento scozzese, della omonima divisione, la 51 Highland Division
Azz! non me la ricordavo così dialettale!!! ;-)
Ciao!
Ivano

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