It was down in Woolwich, a town in Yorkshire.|
I lived at my ease and was free from all care.
I lived in great splendour, had sweethearts ane or twa
Till stuck wi' the lad in his bonnet o' blue.
2. His cheeks were like roses, his eyes were like sloes
3. 'Twas a regiment of soldiers, as now you shall know.
4.'Twas early next morning I rose out of bed
5. So quickly she dressed me, so quickly I came
6. When I came to the regiment, it was on parade.|
I stood with great pleasure to hear what was said;
Charlie Stewart that they ca'd him I felt it was true.
He's a fine Scottish lad wi' his bonnet o' blue.
7. My love he marched by wi' his gun in his hand.
8. I said, "Wait a wee, laddie, an' I'll buy your discharge
9. He says, "Ma wee lassie, you'll buy my discharge
10. "I've a lass o' my ain in my ain countrie
11. I'll send for a limner from London or Hull|
And have my love's portrait taken out in the fu'.
And in my bed-chamber each morning I'll view
That fine Scottish lad wi' his bonnet o' blue."
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