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By him who made yon fun and fky,
By whom true love's regarded,
I am the man ! and thus may ftili
True lovers be rewarded
The wars are o'er, and' I'm come hame 8 -
And find thee tlill true-hearted ;
£Tho' poor in gear, we're rich in love,
And mair, we'fe ne'er be parted.
Oar)' (he, my grandfire left me gowd,
A mailin' pleniih'd fairly :
Come then, my faithful Soldier lad,
Thou'rt welcome to it dearly ?
For gold the merchant ploughs the main s
The farmer ploughs the manor ;
But glory is the Soldier's prize,
The Soldier's wealth is honour :
The brave poor Soldier ne'er defpife^
Nor count him as a ftranger ;
Remember, he's his country's ftay,
In day and hour of danger.
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THE L E A-RI G.
VV HEN o'er the hills the eaflern ftar,
Tells bughtin time is near, my jo ;
And owfen frae the furrow'd field,
Returns fae dowf and weary O ;
Down by the burn, where fcented birks
Wi' dew are hanging clear, my jo 3
I'll meet thee on the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie O.