These are our soldiers, our Scottish soldiers
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
There are none bolder with good broad shoulder
Who fought in many affray, and fought and won

They'd seen the glory, and told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
Now they're returning, their hearts are pounding
To see those green hills of their home

Because these green hills are the highland hills
And the island hills, they are my hills
As fair as these green, foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home

And so these soldiers, these Scottish soldiers
Will wander far away to fight another day
And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside
They'll hear a piper play them home

They'd seen the glory, they'd told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
Our heroes home now, they must move on now
Back to those green hills they call home

Because these green hills are the highland hills
And the island hills, they are my hills
As fair as these green, foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home

Because these green hills are the highland hills
And the island hills, they are my hills
As fair as those green, foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home

And now these soldiers, these Scottish soldiers
Who wandered far away, soldiered far away
Our friends are falling, but hope is calling
The fight for freedom in that far land