"There was a Lensman, a Scottish Lensman Who wandered far away and donned the Lensman's grey There was none bolder, with good broad shoulders, He fought in Mentor's fray and fought and won He's seen the glory, ne'r told the story Of battles glorious and deeds victorious But now he's sighing his heart is crying To leave these black hills of Eddore.
Because these green girls are not highland girls Pink Chickladorian girls are not my land's girls, As fair as these green alien girls may be They are not the girls of home."
2. And now this lensman, this Scottish lensman, Who wandered far away and soldiered far away Sees Edrore falling, and death is calling And he must fade away, on that dark land He lensed his piper, his trusty piper And bade him sound away, a pibroch sad to play Upon a hillside a Scottish hillside Not on these black hills of Eddore Chorus:
3. And now this lensman this Scottish lensman Who wanders far no more, and soldiers far no more Now on a hillside, a Scottish hillside A piper plays this lensman home He's seen the glory, he's told the story Of battles glorious and deeds victorious But he will cease now, he is at peace now Far from the black hills of Eddore
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Date: 2008-09-07 07:38 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-09-07 08:45 pm (UTC)Who wandered far away and donned the Lensman's grey
There was none bolder, with good broad shoulders,
He fought in Mentor's fray and fought and won
He's seen the glory, ne'r told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
But now he's sighing his heart is crying
To leave these black hills of Eddore.
Because these green girls are not highland girls
Pink Chickladorian girls are not my land's girls,
As fair as these green alien girls may be
They are not the girls of home."
2. And now this lensman, this Scottish lensman,
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
Sees Edrore falling, and death is calling
And he must fade away, on that dark land
He lensed his piper, his trusty piper
And bade him sound away, a pibroch sad to play
Upon a hillside a Scottish hillside
Not on these black hills of Eddore
Chorus:
3. And now this lensman this Scottish lensman
Who wanders far no more, and soldiers far no more
Now on a hillside, a Scottish hillside
A piper plays this lensman home
He's seen the glory, he's told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
But he will cease now, he is at peace now
Far from the black hills of Eddore