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I held her to my beating heart!
My young, my smiling lammie!
I hae a house it cost me dear,
I've wealth o'plenishing and gear;
Ye'se get it a' war't ten times mair,
Gin ye will leave yonr mammy.
We’ll tak her hame and make her fain,
My ain kind-hearted lammie!
We'll gi'e her meat, we'll gie her claise,
Well be her comfort a' her days;
The wie thing gies her hand and says,
There gang and ask my mammy,
Has she been to the kirk wi' thee,
My boy l'ammy?
She has been to tbe kirk wi' me,
And the tear was in her e'e-
But oh she's but a young thing,
Just come frae her mammy.
THE SOLDIER'S RETURN.
When wild war's deadly blast had blawn,
And gentle peace returning,
And eyes-gain with pleasure beam'd,
That had been blear'd with mourning.
