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At lenglh I reaehd the bonny glen,
Where early life I sported;
1 pass'd the mill, and trystin'' thorn.
Where Nancy aft I courted:
Wha spied I but my ain dear maid.
DowTi by her mother's dwelling^!
And turn'd me round to hide the flood
That in my een was swelling'.
Wi" altcr'd voice, quoth I,' Sweet lass,
Sw^eet as yon ha\Nihorn"s blossom,
()! happy, happy may he be.
That's dearest to thy bosom!
My purse is lig-ht, I ve far to g-ang-.
And ftiiii wad be thy lodg^er,
1 ve serv'd my king: aud country lang:
Tak' pity on a sodg-er'.
Sae wistfully she g-az'd on me,
And loA'elier was than ever;
Quo' she. "a sodger ance I lo'ed
Forg-et him shall I never:
Our humble cot and hamely fare,
Yf free] J shall partake o't;
That gallant badgie, the dear cockade,
Ye're welcome for the sake o't."
She gaz'd, she redden'd like a rose,
Syni' pale as ony lily,
She sank within my arms, and cried,
"Art thou my ain dear Willy?"
'By him who made yon sun and sky,
By whom true love's regarded,
1 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;
Tho' poor in gear, Me're rich in love,
And mair, we'se ne'er be parted!
Quo' she. "my grandsire left me gowd,
A mailirf plenish'd fairly-.
Then come, my faithful sodger lad,
Thou'rt welcome to it dearly.*'
For gold the merchant ploughs the maia.
The farmer ploughs the manor,
But glory is the sodgers prize,
The sodger's wealth is honour.
The brave poor sodger ne'er despise,
]Vor count him as a stranger.
Remember he's his country's stay.
In day and hour of danger.
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