1: A randy heilan piper chiel come doun the village street,
Wi tartan kilt an rumpled hose aul bauchles on his feet;
Wi his pipes aneth his oxter, ribbons trailin in the glaur,
An when he started playin he wis heard fae near an far.
 Oh drolach, gollach, heedum hoddum, fal di ral di day,
Heedrum hodrum, heedrum hodrum, heechum drochum dray.
2: He filled his bags and tunes his drones and blew with bulging cheeks,
His fingers on the chanter holes produced maist awfa squeeks;
He mairched aroon aa up an doun for hoors and then he blew,
He nivver changed his tune, it wis the only tune he knew.
Oh dreechum, drochum, dreechum drochum, fal di ral di ray,
Oh heedrum hodrum, heedrum hodrum, heedrum hodrum hay.
3: The village dogs they howled and growled fen he began tae play,
The coos and sheep refused tae eat, the hens refused tae lay;
And cats o every colour hue fae black and white and tan,
Set up their usual caterwaul as seen as he began.
Oh dreechum, drochum, dreechum drochum, fal di ral di ray,
Oh heedrum hodrum, heedrum hodrum, dreechum, drochum dray.
4: He said he was a member o the great MacCrimmon clan,
O aa the hunner tunes he knew he could play only one;
But they locked him in the county jail for his disruptive ways,
So ye winna hear him play again - at least for sixty days.
Oh dreechum, drochum, dreechum drochum, fal di ral di ray,
Oh heedrum hodrum, heedrum hodrum, heedrum hodrum dray.
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