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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,
Unto thy sweet arms I am safe back again,
The cannons did thunder, balls and arrows they flew,
No danger came over me, and my bonnet so blue.
When with danger surrounded, for death I resign’d,
The thoughts of my jewel was still in my mind;
In the midst of hot battles my grief was for you,
When I thought to lie there with my bonnet so blue.
In sorrow I left thee, why now dost thou faint,
When alive I’m preserv’d, and now to thee sent?
I am chaste, true, and loyal, thy joys to renew,
I’ll still wear my plaid and my bonnet so blue.
It’s true, my dear lassie, our dangers were great,
We fought for our King, our country and state,
For to keep our plaids, because they are new,
That the Scotch may for ever wear bonnets so blue.
