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What, sighing? fie!
Don’t fear, drink on, be jolly boys,
‘Tis he, you, or I,
Cold, hot, wet, or dry,
We’re always bound to follow, boys,
And scorn to fly.
‘Tis but in vain,—
I mean not to upbraid you boys,—
‘Tis but in vain
For soldiers to complain,
Should next campaign
Send us to him who made us, boys,
We're free from pain,
But, if we remain,
A bottle, ann kind landlady
Cure all again.
o jeanie, there's naething to fear ye.
O! My lassie, cur joy to complete again,
Meet me again in the gloamin, my dearie:
Low down i’ the dell let us meet again,
O! Jeanie there’s naething to fear ye:
Come when the wee bat flits silent an’ eerie:
Come.when the pale face o’ nature looks weary
Love be thy sure defence,
Beauty and innocence—
O, Jeanie. there’s naething to fear
