G    D  G    D  G  C    G    D  G 
 
  
 
I was born in the heather 
      D              G 
In my sweet northern land 
 
With a song in my ears 
      D          G 
And a lute in my hand 
 
  
 
And I've traveled the plains 
   D           G 
Collecting the sounds 
 
And the stories of friends 
       D          G 
That I sing about now 
 
  
         C                       G 
And they call me the last of the bards 
                           D 
When I open my lungs and I spill out my heart 
     C                       G 
They call me the last of the bards 
               D             G 
When I sing my old fashioned songs 
 
  
 
And I tried not to cry 
       D             G 
When I left my sweet home 
 
Where the old pipes were playing 
   D         G 
My favourite song 
 
  
 
And I still hear it now 
       D             G 
On the cold northern wind 
 
And I sing it aloud 
        D        G 
For the people I miss 
 
  
         C                       G 
And they call me the last of the bards 
                           D 
When I open my lungs and I spill out my heart 
     C                       G 
They call me the last of the bards 
               D             G 
When I sing my old fashioned songs 
 
  
 
I was born in the heather 
      D              G 
In my sweet northern land 
 
With a song in my ears 
      D          G 
And a lute in my hand 
 
  
 
And I've traveled the plains 
   D           G 
Collecting the sounds 
 
And the stories of friends 
       D          G 
That I sing about now 
 
  
         C                       G 
And they call me the last of the bards 
                           D 
When I open my lungs and I spill out my heart 
     C                       G 
They call me the last of the bards 
               D             G 
When I sing my old fashioned songs 
 
  
G    D  G    D  G  C    G    D  G 
La la laa, la la la la, etc., etc.