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The cannons did thunder, balls and arrows they flew,
No danger came over me, and my bonnet so blue.
When with danger surrounded, for death I resign'd,
The thoughts of my jewel was still in my mind;
In the midst of hot battles my grief was for you,
When I thought to lie there with my bonnet so blue.
In sorrow I left thee, why now dost thou ſaint,
When alive I'm preserv'd, and now to thee sent?
I am chaste, true, and loyal, thy joys to renew,
I'll still wear my plaid and my bonnet so blue.
It's true, my dear lassie, our dangers were great,
We fought for our King, our country and state,
For to keep our plaids, because they are new,
That the Scotch may for ever wear bonnets so blue.
I HAD A HORSE.
I had a horse, and I had nae mair,
I gat it frae my daddie;
My purse was light, and my heart was sair,
But my wit it was fu' ready.
