As I walked under the African moon, I heard the piper play; And the last place ever I heard that tune Was a thousand miles away.
Far to the west, in a deep-cut bay By the ceaseless sound of the sea, We lived and laughed in a happier day, Archie and Johnnie and me.
For they'd be piping half of the night At every ceilidh by, And I'd be dancing with all my might As long as they played, would I.
Many a time we were at the Games, And many a prize had we; And never a one but called our names, Archie and Johnnie and me.
But Archie's dead on the Libyan sand. And Johnnie was left in Crete, And I'm alone in a distant land With the music gone from my feet.
I heard him under the African moon, That piper I could not see; Yet certain I am he played that tune For Archie and Johnnie and me.
Lt-Colonel Lord of Poltalloch DL JP
Duntroon Castle, Lochgilphead, Argyll
Died March 1976.
- Return to Oasis -- Shepheard-Walwyn Ltd (1980)