A Highland Regiment/The Heartless Voice

OUR voice is like the fairy harps The wandering shepherd hears, That tell of laughter without joy, And light unsaddened tears.

You laugh and I can never tell If you are glad or no. You weep and cannot understand The things that hurt me so.

But still your eager, heartless voice Is calling night and day, And I must follow like the men That hear the fairies play. 1914