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Regimental Songs

 

 

Jim Hogg Wrote The words for The Sands of Kuwai 

Here I sit so far from my home

Here I sit with my thoughts alone

Thoughts of my kin, thoughts of my love

Thoughts of the hills and clouds above

No green can I see; all seems barren to me

No stream running by to a bountiful sea

No trees with their shade, no cool summer's breeze

No soft words to cheer me

The sands of Kuwait stretch far from the eye

Here we shall live or here we shall die

So pray for us all, my comrades and me

That we may return safe back home to thee

Our thoughts are with you, our loved ones at home

But here for a while the sands we must roam

A boundless expanse – no end can I see

As boundless my dear as my love for you

I recall when first we met

At the fair on that warm summer day

Your eyes so bright, your hair flowing free

A smile full of joy and laughter so gay

A heart full of care wherever you go

A heart ever true whene'er I must roam

Fate smiled on me then, oh smile once again

And lead me back home

The sands of Kuwait stretch far from the eye

Here we shall live or here we shall die

So pray for us all, my comrades and me

That we may return safe back home to thee

Our thoughts are with you, our loved ones at home

But here for a while the sands we must roam

A boundless expanse – no end can I see

As boundless my dear as my love for you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For we’re all cabarfeidh

  

 For we're all Cabarfeidh and we're singing as we go

To the Promised Land where the beer and whisky flows,

We were drunk last night aye and drunk the night before

And we’re all in the Queen's Own Highlanders.

 

No booze today no booze today no booze because it’s Sunday,

No booze today no booze today we’ll have to wait till Monday,

 

For we’re all Cabarfeidh and we're singing as we go

To the Promised Land where the beer and whisky flows,

We were drunk last night aye and drunk the night before

And we’re all in the Queen's Own Highlanders.

 

So goodbye booze for ever more my boozing days are nearly o’er

Had a good time but it didn’t agree, look what booze has done to me,

 

For we're all Cabarfeidh and we're singing as we go

To the Promised Land where the beer and whisky flows,

We were drunk last night aye and drunk the night before

And we’re all in the Queen's Own Highlanders.

 

 

So goodbye booze for ever more my boozing days are nearly o’er

And when I die don’t bury me at all just soak my bones in alcohol,

 

For we're all Cabarfeidh and we're singing as we go

To the Promised Land where the beer and whisky flows,

We were drunk last night aye and drunk the night before

And we’re all in the Queen's Own Highlanders.
                                                                                                                        Dougie Shepherd

 

And one for Cabarfeidh

 

 

A Tartan Patch
By Dougie Shepherd


                                                                A tartan patch on our men’s  chest

We’re the men, we’re Scotland’s best

We fight by night, we fight by day

We’re the men of Cabarfeidh

Fort George is our Highland home

And no matter where we roam

Egypt, Aden, Borneo too

We’re the men with hackles blue

Cuidich’n Righ our battle cry

In foreign fields we fight and die

The enemy flee when us they see

We’re the men of Cabarfeidh

Seaforth, Cameron, now we’re one

When we advance just see them run

Queens Own Highlanders are we

We’re the men of Cabarfeidh.

A tartan patch on our men’s ‘ chest

We’re the men, we’re Scotland’s best

We fight by night, we fight by day

We’re the men of Cabarfeidh

                                                                        Dougie Shepherd

 

RSM Drill Parade.
by Seoras McIntosh

It’s 6 o’clock in the morning’,an you hear the bugler sound

The piper then strikes up, and starts marching all around,

The corporal comes in to the room, shoutin’, get oo’t o bed

Get yersel ower tae the cookhoose noo and get bloody fed.

 

Then you get back tae yer room wi’a cuppa in yer haun

Yi mack yer bed, tak oot yer kit, at your bedside you must stan,

At 8 o’clock the sergeant comes to gie you a final check,

Then oot on parade you must go watching nay tae brack yer neck.

 

Noo we are oot on the square, standing at attention

The sergeant major comes aroon shouting words I canna mention,

He looks us up, he looks us doon, wi’ a glint in his eee

Under his braith you hear him say, noo that’s a bonnie “B”

 

Then a silence hits the air there’s nay a bloody sound

You could if you listen hard enough hear a pin hit the ground,

From his office he starts to come, wi pacestick in his haun

His Sam Brown glintin in the sun, a smart figure o’ a man.

 

Its oor -RSM , David Duffus is his name

We a ken him as Dykes and of his boxing fame,

Battalion he will shout then a marching we must be

And in our hearts and in our mind we’er singing CABARFEIGH

To my good friend
Dykes Duffus
Seoras McIntosh