80 SCOTCH SONGS, IIL But the godly ohi chaplain le? him in the lurch, The sword ! forsook for the sake o� the church; lie ventured the so?l, and I risked the body, 'Twos then ! prov'd felse to my soAger leddie. Sing, lal IV. Full soon I grew sick of my sanct?lled sot, The regiment at large for a husband I got; From the gilded spontoun to the fife I was [ asked no more but a sodget laddie. Sing, lal de lal, V; But the pe?ce it reduc'd me to beg in despair, fill I met my auld boy at Cunningham fair; H? r?gs regimental they fiutter'd so gaudy, My heart it rejoiced at my sodgot .laddie. $in?, !al de lal, VI. .a, nd now I have liv'd--I know not how long, .?nd still I can join in a cup or a song; But whilst with both hands I can hold the glass steady, Here's to thee, my hero, my sedger laddie. Sing, lal de lal, I?ECIT. gTIIrO. Then niest outspak a rauele carlin, Wha kent fu' weel to cleck the sterling, For moniea pursie she had hooked, And had in toohie a well been ducked. He? dove had been a Higldand laddie, But .weary fu' the waefu' woody! Wi' sighs and sobs she thus began To wail tmr braw John Highlandman.
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