(Nancy Nicholson)
Chorus:
Who pays the piper, who pays the piper
Who pays the piper, who calls the tune
Who pays the piper, what is the fee
Flames on the water, death on the sea
And the tune is old and has always told
How the great brave and bold they do flourish
How bravely they gamble with other men's lives
And profit as other men perish
And the tune rings out and is always found
When the ground receives yet another
Father of dazed and despairing young bairns
Or son of a desolate mother
And the price is dear for the folk who fear
And who bear the burden of sorrow
For those who were lost when the graph of the cost
Crossed the graph of rich pickings tomorrow
( as sung by The McCalmans)