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Our humble cot, and namely fare,
Ye freely shall partake o't :
That gallant badge, the dear cockade,
Ye're welcome for the sake o't.
She gaz'd — she redden'd like a rose,
Syne.- pale like ony lily,
She sunk within my arms, and cried.,
Art thou mine ain dear Willie ?
By him who made yon sun and sky,
By whom true love's regarded,
I am the man ! — and thus may still
True lovers be rewarded.
The wars are o'er, and I'm come hame,
And find thee still true-hearted ;
Though poor in gear, we're rich in love,
And, mair, we'se ne'er be parted.
Quo' she, My grandsire left me gowd,
A mailin plenish'd fairly ;
Come then, my faithfu' sodger lad,
Thou'rt welcome to it dearly.
For gold the merchant ploughs the main^
The farmer ploughs the manor ;
But glory is the sodger's prize ;
The sodger's wealth is honour,
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