Oh once there was a farmer He was an Eastern highlander He a Scottish borderer, so many years ago Each night he'd give his bag a squeeze His pipes would echo on the breeze The music rolled with graceful ease The Penhalonga Piper The night that they attacked him Were rockets on a homely hearth The anger rose up in the heart To the Penhalonga Piper He reached for his long-rifle And when he'd fired every round He played the highland battle sound The Penhalonga Piper The Vendens did not want to fight The Scurrilin' devils in the night They fled in fear and in fright to The Penhalonga Piper They fled in one big yellow streak And ran in dune to Mozambique And he was angry for a week The Penhalonga Piper