At sixteen years, he was a man
He left a heather covered land
To soldier for a foreign cause
Campaigning in their foreign wars

At sixteen years, wounded was he
His body torn in misery
And round about him the war did rage
This veteran of such young age

The rampant lion, the misty glen
The bubbling burns and the mighty ben
These are the things that were so dear
To the Scottish Pioneer

The war over, the world was torn
And torment in his soul was born
But wanderlust had taken hold
He sailed away to look for gold

In Hartley's land of great extremes
He set out to fulfill his dreams
And toiling under the tropic skies
Men around him died like flies

The rampant lion, the misty glen,
The bubbling burns and the mighty ben
These are the things that were so dear
To the Scottish Pioneer

The likes of him have lent a hand
To build this new and promised land
And now he feels his work is done
Out in the land of burning sun

He will not sweat or toil no more
His spirit cries for misty shores
And the green hills are calling him
Like a pibroch in the wind

The rampant lion, the misty glen
The bubbling burns and the mighty ben
These are the things that were so dear
To the Scottish Pioneer