The Soldiers Return（1 / 3）

  the soldier's return
  air—“the mill, mill, o.”
  when wild war's deadly blast was blawn,
  and gentle peace returning,
  wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless,
  and mony a widow mourning;
  i left the lines and tented field,
  where lang i'd been a lodger,
  my humble knapsack a' my wealth,
  a poor and honest sodger.
  a leal, light heart was in my breast,
  my hand unstain'd wi' plunder;
  and for fair scotia hame again,
  i cheery on did wander:
  i thought upon the banks o' coil,
  i thought upon my nancy,
  i thought upon the witching smile
  that caught my youthful fancy.
  at length i reach'd the bonie glen,
  where early life i sported;
  i pass'd the mill and trysting thorn,
  where nancy aft i courted:
  wha spied i but my ain dear maid,
  down by her mother's dwelling!
  and turn'd me round to hide the flood
  that in my een was swelling.
  wi' alter'd voice, h i, “sweet lass,
  sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom,
  o! happy, happy may he be,
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