Early morning in 44
They all landed on the shore
He could have been an easy prey
But in his kilt he played all day
As they landed on the beach
Bill Millin was out of reach
Sniper bullets all around
They all marched onto the sound
No balls, no glory
It's the story of Piper Bill
No balls, no glory
The bagpiper with the iron will
He played the road to the isles'
When they marched for many miles
Fighting at Pegasus Bridge
Bill Millin was on the ridge