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I thought upon the banks o' Coil,
I thought upon my Nancy,
I thought upon her witching smile,
That caught my youthfu' fancy.
At length I reach'd the bonny glen,
Where early life I sported,
I pass'd the mill and trysting thorn,
Where Nancy oft I courted.
Wha spied I but mine ain dear maid,
Down by her mother's dwelling !
And turn'd me round to hide the flood
That in my een was swelling.
Wi' alter'd voice, quoth I, Sweet lass,
Sweet as yon hawthorn blossom,
O ! happy, happy may he be
That's dearest to thy bosom !
My purse is light, I've far to gang,
Fain wad I be thy lodger ;
I've serv'd my king and country lang,
Tak pity on a sodger.
Sae wistfully she gaz'd on me,
And lovelier grew than ever ;
Quoth she, A sodger ance I lo'ed,
Forget him I shall never.

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