The Banks of Sicily

[Chorus]
Fare ye well, ye banks of Sicily
Fare ye well, ye valley and shore
There's no Jock will mourn the loss o' ya
Poor bloody soldiers are weary

[Verse 1]
The pipie's all tuned, and he's piping away
He'll not come to town for his vino today
The sky is like Antrim all cloudy an' grey
And the song that they're playin' is eerie

[Chorus]
Fare ye well, ye banks of Sicily
Fare ye well, ye valley and shore
There's no Jock will mourn the loss o' ya
Poor bloody soldiers are weary

[Verse 2]
It's march down the stair, and line on the bay
Packs on your backs, and the boats are away
Waiting your turn while the pipe and drum play
But the song that they're playin' is eerie

[Chorus]
Fare ye well, ye banks of Sicily
Fare ye well, ye valley and shore
There's no Jock will mourn the loss o' ya
Poor bloody soldiers are weary

[Verse 3]
The drummie is polished, the drummie is grand
He cannot be seen for his straps and his bands
He's greased himself up for a photo and stand
To leave to his Lola, his dearie

[Chorus]
Fare ye well, ye banks of Sicily
Fare ye well, ye valley and shore
There's no Jock will mourn the loss o' ya
Poor bloody soldiers are weary
Poor bloody soldiers are weary