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 ( * ) He had a beard o'lammer gloss His cheeks were fresher than the rose His sparkling eyes as black 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 ( * )