The Banks O' Sicily

The pipie is dozy, the pipie is fay
 He winna be roon for his vino the day
 And the sky ower Messina is unco and gray
 A' the bricht chaulmers are eerie
 Oh fare ye weel, ye Banks o' Sicily
 Aye fare ye weel, ye valley and sha'
 There's nae Jock will mourn the Kyles o' ye
 A' the bricht chaumers are eerie
 Oh fare ye weel, ye Banks o' Sicily
 Fare ye weel, ye valley and sha'
 There's nae hame will smoor the wiles o' ye
 Peer bloody squaddies are weary
 So doon the stair and line the watterside
 Wait yer turn, the ferry's awa
 Doon the stair and line the watterside
 A' the bricht chaumers are eerie
 The drummie is polished, the drummie is braw
 He canna be seen for his webbin' ave
 He's beezed himsel' up for a photie an' a'
 Tae gie his Lola, his dearie
 Oh fare ye weel, ye dives o' Sicily
 Fare ye weel, baith sheiling and ha'
 We'll a' min' shebeens and bothies where
 Kind señoritas were cheery
 Oh fare ye weel, ye dives o' Sicily
 Fare ye weel, baith sheiling and ha'
 We'll a' min' shebeens and bothies where
 Jock made a date wi' his dearie
 So tune the pipe and drub the tenor drum
 Leave yer kit this side o' the wa'
 Tune the pipe and drub the tenor drum
 A' the bricht chaumers are eerie