The Soldiers Return（2 / 3）

  my purse is light, i've far to gang,
  and fain would be thy lodger;
  i've serv'd my king and country lang—
  take pity on a sodger.”
  sae wistfully she gaz'd on me,
  and lovelier was than ever;
  quo' she, “a sodger ance i lo'ed,
  forget him shall i never:
  our humble cot, and hamely 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 only lily;
  she sank within my arms, 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 come, my faithfu' sodger lad,
  thou'rt welcome to it dearly!”
  for gold the merchant ploughs the main,
  the farmer ploughs the manor; ↑返回顶部↑