ANSWER TO THE BLUE BONNET.
Farewell to all sorrows, with joy now I'll sing
Since Charles has return'd as free as a king,
Its long seven years since he bade me adieu,
But now he has return'd with his bonnet so ⟨blue⟩
He cried out—be constant, that day we did ⟨part⟩
That word was so heavy it sunk in my heart,
But like a moving turtle, the campaign stood⟨through⟩
But now he has ⟨returned⟩ with his bonnet so blue
Some said he was wounded, some said he ⟨was⟩ slain,
Which made me lament—and he alive upon ⟨the⟩ plain,
With joy transported my senses all flew,
When I saw my dear charmer and his bonnet ⟨so⟩ blue.
I fainted with joy, in his arms I did fall,
My cheeks they did willow, my lips turned ⟨pale⟩
Then he cried out, Dear lassie, thy senses renew
For it's I thy dear Charles and his bonnet so ⟨blue.⟩
For the war is now over, and alive I remain,
