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Wha would ſhun the field of danger?
Wha frae Fame would live a ſtranger?
Now when Freedom bids avenge her,
Wha would ſhun her ca’, laſſie?
Loudon’s bonny woods and braes
Hae ſeen our happy bridal days,
And gentle Hope ſhall ſoothe thy waes,
When I am far awa’, laſſſie.
Hark! the ſweiling bugle ſings?
That gi’es joy to thee, laddie;
But the dolfu’ bugle brings
Waefu’ thoughts to me, laddie;
Lanely I may climb the moantain,
Lanely ſtray beſide the fountain,
Still the weary moments counting,
Far frae Love and thee, laddie.
O’er the gory fields of war,
When Vengeance drives his crimſon car,
Thou’lt maybe fa’ frae me afar,
And nane to cloſe thy e’e, laddie.
O reſume thy wonted ſmile,
O ſuppreſs thy fear, laſſie;
Glorious honour crowns the toll,
That the ſoldier ſhares, laſſie:
Heav’n will ſhield thy faithfu’ lover
Till the vengeful ſtrife is over,
Then we’ll meet, nae mair to ſever
Till the day we die, laſſie:
Midſt our bonny woods and braes,
We’ll ſpend our peaceful happy days,
As blythe’s yon lightſome lamb, that plays
On Loudon’s flow’ry lea, laſſie.
