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WHEN WAR'D DEADLY BLAST
(Robert Burns)
When wild war's deadly was blawn,
And peace returning,
Wi' mony a sweet babe
And a widow mourning.
I the lines and tented field
Where I'd been a lodger
My humble knapsack all my
A poor but sodger.
At length I reached the bonnie
Where early life I
I pass'd the mill and thorn
Nancy oft I courted.
Wha spied I but my ain maid
by her mother's dwelling,
And turn'd me round to the flood
in my e'e was swelling.
She gazed, she redden'd a rose
Syne as any lily,
She within my arms and cried,
"Art thou my ain Willie?"
"By Him made you sun and sky
By whom love's regarded
I am the man! And thus may
True be rewarded."
"The wars are owre, an' come hame
And find the still
Tho' poor in gear, rich in love
And mair ne'er be parted."
Quoth she, "My grand-sire me gowd
A plenished fairly
come, my faithful sodger lad
Thou'rt to it dearly."
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