Highland Laddie (4)/Louden's Bonny Woods and Braes
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Louden’s bonny Woods and braes,
Loudon’s bonny woods and braesI maun lea’e them a’, lassie:Wha can thole, when Britain’s faesWould gi’e Britons law, lassie?Wha would shun the field of danger?Wha frae Fame would live a stranger?Now when Freedom bids avenge her,Wha would shun her ca’ lassie?Louden’s bonny woods and braesHae seen our happy bridal days,And gentle Hope shall ⟨sooth⟩ thy waes,When I am far awa’, lassie.
Hark! the swelling bugle sings!That gi’es joy to thee, laddie;But the dolefu’ bugle bringsWaefu’ thoughts to me laddie.Lanely I may climb the montain,Lanely stray beside the fountain,Still the weary moments counting,Far frae Love and thee, laddie.O’er the gory field of war,Where Vengeance drives his crimson car,Thou’lt maybe fa’ frae me afar.And nane to close thy e’e, laddie.
O resume thy wented smile, O supress thy fear, lassie;Glorious honour crowns the toilThat the soldier shares, lassie.Heav’n will shield thy faithfu’ loverTill the vengeful strife is over,Then we’ll meet, nae mair to severTill the day we die, lassie:Midstour bonny wools and braes,We’ll spend our peaceful happy days,As blythe’s yon lightsome lamb, that playOn Loudon’s flow’ry lea, lassie.