For the deidly wars are passed and gane|
And gentle peace returning
Left mony's the sweet babe faitherless
And mony's the widow mourning.
2. I left the lines and the tented field
3. A lea-licht hert was in my brest|
My hands unstained wi' plunder
It's all for Scotia hame again
I cheery on did wonder.
4. I thocht upon the banks of Coille
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