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