The Banks O' Sicily lyrics

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