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At length I reach'd the bonny glen,
Where early life I spurted;
I passed the miil and trysting thorn,
Where Nancy aft I courted;
Wha spied I but my ain clear maid,
Down by her mother's dwelling!
I turn'd me round to hide the flood
That in my een was swelling.
Wi’ alter'd voice, quoth I, sweet lass,
Sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom,
O! happy; happy may he be,
That's dearest to thy bosom!
My purse is light, I've far to gang,
And fain would be thy lodger;
I've serv'd my king and country lang—
Take pity on a sodger!
Sae wistfully she gaz'd on me.
And lovelier her grew than ever;
Quo’ she, a sodger ance I lo'ed,
Forget him shall I never;
Our humble cot and hamely fare.
Ye freely shall partake it;
That gallant badge, the dear cockade,
Ye're welcome for the sake o't.
