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He cried out, Be constant, that day we did part;
That word was so heavy it sunk in my heart:
But like a roving turtle, the campaign stood thro',
But now he has returned with his bonnet so blue.

Some said he was wounded, some said he was slain,
Which made me relent as he stood on the plain,
With joy transported my senses all slew
When I saw my dear charmer and's bonnet so blue.

I fainted with joy, in his arms I did fall,
My cheeks they did willow, my lips turn'd 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,
Unto thy sweet arms I am safe back again;
The cannons did thunder, balls like arrows they flew,
No danger came over me, and my bonnet so blue.