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Where I was wont to milk my yowes
At even, among the broom.
Ye powers, that haunt the woods and plains,
Where Tweed with Teviot flows,
Convey me to the best of swains,
And my loved Cowdenknowes ! *
THE SOLDIER'S RETURN.
BURNS.
Tune— T7^e Mill, Mill, O.
When wild war's deadly blast was blawn,
And gentle peace returning.
And eyes again wi' pleasure beam'd,
That had been blear'd wi' mourning ;
I left the lines and tented field.
Where lang I'd been a lodger ;
My humble knapsack a' my wealth ;
A poor but honest sodger.
A leal light heart beat in my breast.
My hands unstain'd wi' plunder •
And for fair Scotia hanie again,
I cheery on did wander.
I thought upon the banks o' Coil,
I thought upon my Nancy ;
I thought upon the witching smile,
That caught my youthful fancy.
At length I reach'd the bonnie glen,
Where early life I sported ;
I pass'd the mill and trysting thorn,
Where Nancy oft I courted.
* From the Tea Table Miscellany, 1724.

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