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Fain wad I be thy lodger;
I've serv'd my king and country lang,
Tak pity on a sodger.
Sae wistfully she gaz'd on me,
And lovelier grew than ever,
Quo' she. a sodger ance I lo'ed,
Forget him shall I never;
Our humble cot and hamely fare,
Ye free y shall partake o t;
That galiant badge, the near cockade,
You're welcome for the sake o't.
She gaz'd, she redden'd like a rose,
Syne pale as ony lily,
She sank within my arms, and cried,
Art thou mine ain dear Willie?
By him that made yon sea and sky.
By whom true ove's regarded,
I am the man, and thus may still,
true lovers be rewarded.
The wars are o'er and I'm come hame,
And find thee still true-hearted,
Tho poor in gear we re rich in love,
And, mair we'se ne'er be parted.
Quo' she, my grandsire left me gowd,
A mailing plenished fairly,
