Farewell to all sorrows, with joy now I'll sing, Since Charles has returned as free as a King, It's long seven years since he bade me adieu, But now he has returned with his bonnet so blue.
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 flew, 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 rene, 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 & arrows they flew, No danger came over me, and my bonnet so blue.
When with danger surrounded, for death I resign'd, The thoughts of my jewel waa still in my mind; In the midst of hot battles my grief was for you, When I thought to lie there with my bonnet so blue.
In sorrow I left thee, why now dost thou faint, When alive I'm preserved, and now to thee sent? I am chaste, true, and loyal, thy joys to renew, I'll still wear my plaid and my bonnet so blue.
It's true, my dear lassie, our dangers were great, We fought for our King, our country and state, For to keep our plaids, because they are new, That the Scotch may for-ever wear bonnets so blue.
