* 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
( * )