For a' that and a' that (Edinburgh)/The Soldier's Gratitude
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THE SOLDIER'S GRATITUDE.
Whate’er my fate, where'er I roam,
By sorrow still opprest;
I'll ne'er forget the peaceful home
That gave the wanderer rest.
Then ever rove life's sunny banks,
By sweetest flow'rets strew'd;
Then may you claim a soldier's thanks,
A soldier's gratitude.
By sorrow still opprest;
I'll ne'er forget the peaceful home
That gave the wanderer rest.
Then ever rove life's sunny banks,
By sweetest flow'rets strew'd;
Then may you claim a soldier's thanks,
A soldier's gratitude.
The peaceful sigh, the balmy tear,
That meek-ey'd pity gave;
My last sad dying words shall cheer
And bless a wanderer's grave.
Then ever rove life's sunny banks,
By sweetest flow'rets strew'd;
Then may you claim a soldier's thanks,
A soldier's gratitude.
That meek-ey'd pity gave;
My last sad dying words shall cheer
And bless a wanderer's grave.
Then ever rove life's sunny banks,
By sweetest flow'rets strew'd;
Then may you claim a soldier's thanks,
A soldier's gratitude.