The boys stood on the platform in 1917
Waiting for a train to Salisbury Plain
They were only in their teens.
A lad to his mother said dinnae fret
We’ll be home by Christmas day
And the piper played Scotland the Brave
As they waved the boys away<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Calling doon the line The Sgt Major pushed them hard The thunder echoed through the trench When no man’s land fell silent The boys stood on the platform in 1917Waiting for a train to Salisbury PlainThey were only in their teens.A lad to his mother said dinnae fretWe’ll be home by Christmas dayAnd the piper played Scotland the BraveAs they waved the boys away Chorus Calling doon the lineCalling doon the lineAnd they rallied roond to the … <\/p>\n
Calling doon the line
And they rallied roond to the pipers tune
(That was) Calling doon the line<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
They were trained in only days
For to bear the brunt of the Western front
They would soon be on their way
So off they marched, rifles shoulder high
And all at once they sang
For we’re no awa, tae bide awa
Tae the pipers in the band<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As the shells abin them rained
And the generals spent a thousand men
For every inch they gained
And the brave young men faced their battle dawn
So proud to do their jobs
And the piper stood in the line of fire
And played them ower the top<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And they counted all the dead
The victory claimed would disguise the shame
And nothing more was said
And the fallen brave on a foreign field
They gave their very best
And the piper played a sad lament
As they laid the boys to rest<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"