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