The Book of Scottish Song/The Soger Laddie
The Soger Laddie.
[The tune and first verse of this song are old. The rest is by Ramsay.]
My soger laddie is over the sea,
And he will bring gold and money to me:
And when he comes hame, he'll make me a lady;
My blessing gang wi' my soger laddie.
My doughty laddie is handsome and brave,
And can as a soger and lover behave;
True to his country, to love he is steady;
There's few to compare with my soger laddie.
Sh'eld him, ye angels, frae death in alarms,
Return him with laurels to my langing arms;
Syne frae all my care ye'll pleasantly free me,
When back to my wishes my soger ye gi'e me.
O soon may his honours bloom fair on his brow,
As quickly they must, if he gets his due:
For in noble actions his courage is ready,
Which makes me delight in my soger laddie.