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I've serv'd my king and country lang—
Take pity on a sodger!
Take 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 homely fare,
Ye freely shall partake it;
That gallant badge, the dear cockade,
Ye're welcome for the sake o't.
And lovelier grew than ever;
Quo' she, a sodger ance I lo'ed,
Forget him shall I never;
Our humble cot and homely fare,
Ye freely shall partake it;
That gallant badge, the dear cockade,
Ye're welcome for the sake o't.
She gaz'd—she redden'd like a rose—
Syne pale like ony lily,
She sank within my aims and cried,
Art thou my ain dear Willie?
By Him who made yon sun and sky—
By whom true love's regarded,
I am the man; and thus may still
True lovers be rewarded!
Syne pale like ony lily,
She sank within my aims and cried,
Art thou my ain dear Willie?
By Him who made yon sun and sky—
By whom true love'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 mailen plenish'd fairly,
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 mailen plenish'd fairly,
