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Found in 1806.abc from the John Chambers' music books abc collection
X: 69
T: the SOLDIER'S RETURN
O: 1806
B: "Caledonian Musical Repository", 1806, p.92-96
F: http://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/pageturner.cfm?id=87661539
Z: 2013 John Chambers <jc:trillian.mit.edu>
M: C
L: 1/8
K: D
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(de) | {d}f2 (A>B) {B}A3 d | ({=c}BA) (Bd)
w: When* wild war's*dead-ly blast* was*
{f}e2 (de) | f2 A2 (gf) (ed) | ({=c}B3 ^c d2) (de) |
w: blawn, And* gen-tle peace* re-*turn-*ing, And*
f2 (A>B) A3 d | (BA) (Bd) e2 (de) |
w: eyes a-*gain wi' plea-*sure* beam'd, That*
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{d}f2 A2 (gf) (ed) | ({=c}B3 ^c) d2 ][ zA |
w: had been blear'd* wi'* mourn-*ing; I
(de) (fg) {f}a3 a | (ba) (gf) e3 A | (de) (fg)
w: left* the* lines and tent-*ed* field, Where lang* I'd*
(ab) (ag) | (f3 g) a2 zA | (de) (fg) a2 (fa) |
w: been* a* lodg-*er; My hum-ble* knap-sack*
(ba) (gf) e2 (de) | f2 A2 (gf) (ed) |
w: a'* my* wealth, A* poor but ho-*nest*
({=c}B3 ^c) {e}d2 |]
w: sod-*ger.
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W:2.A leel light heart beat in my breast,
W:    My hands unstain'd wi' plunder;
W:  And to dear Scotia hame again,
W:    I cheerly on did wanter.
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W:  I thought upon the banks o' Coil,
W:    I thought upon my Nancy,
W:  I thought upon her witching smile,
W:    That caught my youthfu' fancy.
W:
W:3.At length I reach'd the bonny glen,
W:    Where early life I sported,
W:  I pass'd the mill and trysting thorn,
W:    Where Nancy oft I courted.
W:  Wha spied I but mine ain dear maid,
W:    Down by her mother's dwelling!
W:  And turn'd me round to hide the flood
W:    That in my een was swelling.
W:
W:4.Wi' alter'd voice, quoth I, Sweet lass,
W:    Sweet as yon hawthorn blossom,
W:  O ! happy, happy may he be
W:    That's dearest to thy bosom!
W:  My purse is light, I've far to gang,
W:    Fain wad I be thy lodger;
W:  I've serv'd my king and country lang,
W:    Tak pity on a sodger.
W:
W:5.Sae wistfully she gaz'd on me,
W:    And lovelier grew than ever;
W:  Quoth she, A sodger ance I lo'ed,
W:    Forget him I shall never.
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W:  Our humble cot, and namely fare,
W:    Ye freely shall partake o't:
W:  That gallant badge, the dear cockade,
W:    Ye're welcome for the sake o't.
W:
W:6.She gaz'd--she redden'd like a rose,
W:    Syne, pale like ony lily,
W:  She sunk within my arms, and cried,
W:    Art thou mine ain dear Willie?
W:  By him who made yon sun and sky,
W:    By whom true love's regarded,
W:  I am the man!--and thus may still
W:    True lovers be rewarded.
W:
W:7.The wars are o'er, and I'm come hame,
W:    And find thee still true-hearted;
W:  Though poor in gear, we're rich in love,
W:    And, mair, we'se ne'er be parted.
W:  Quo' she, My grandsire left me gowd,
W:    A mailin plenish'd fairly;
W:  Come then, my faithfu' sodger lad,
W:    Thou'rt welcome to it dearly.
W:
W:8.For gold the merchant ploughs the main,
W:    The farmer ploughs the manor;
W:  But glory is the sodger's prize;
W:    The sodger's wealth is honour,
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W:  The brave poor sodger ne'er despise,
W:    Nor count him as a stranger,
W:  Remember, he's his country's stay,
W:    In day and hour o' danger.
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T: the MILL MILL O
T: to the same air
K:
W:1.Beneath a green shade I fand a fair maid,
W:    Was sleeping sound and still, O;
W:  A' lowan wi' love, my fancy did rove
W:    Around her wi' good will, O.
W:  Her bosom I prest, but sunk in her rest,
W:    She stirr'd na my joy to spill, O:
W:  While kindly she slept, close to her I crept,
W:    And kiss'd, and kiss'd her my fill, O.
W:
W:2.Oblig'd by command in Flanders to land,
W:    T' employ my courage and skill, O,
W:  Frae her quietly I staw, hoist sails and awa,
W:    For the wind blew fair on the billow.
W:  Twa years brought me hame, where loud-fraising Fame
W:    Tauld me, wi' a voice right shrill, O,
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W:  My lass, like a fool, had mounted the stool,
W:    Nor kend wha had done her the ill, O.
W:
W:3.Mair fond o' her charms, wi' my son in her arms,
W:    I ferlying spier'd how she fell, O;
W:  Wi' the tear in her ee, quo' she, Let me die,
W:    Sweet Sir, gin I can tell, O.
W:  But love gave command, I took her by the hand,
W:    And bade a' her fears expel, O,
W:  And nae mair look wan, for I was the man
W:    Wha had done her the deed mysel, O,
W:
W:4.My bonny sweet lass, on the gowany grass,
W:    Beneath the Shilling hill, O,
W:  If I did offence, I'se mak ye amends
W:    Before I leave Peggy's mill, O.
W:  O the mill mill O, and the kill kill O,
W:    And the coggin o' the wheel, O;
W:  The sack and the sieve, a' that ye maun leave,
W:    And round wi' a sodger reel, O.
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