Two excellent new songs (1)/The soldier's farewell

The Soldiers Farewell.

WE marched out from Scotland,
⁠ the fourteenth day of May,
Our colours they were flying,
⁠ and soldiers brink and gay.

With mady a pretty fair maid,
⁠ with tears all in their eyes,
Take me along with you my dear,
⁠ it was their constant cries.

No, no, my dearest Nancy,
⁠ with me you must not go.
For I am going to France my dear,
⁠ to face the daring foe.

Where cannons they do rattle,
⁠ and bullets they do fly,
O stay at home my Nancy,
⁠ and I pray you do not cry.

When you get to France my dear,
⁠ there is one thing more I crave,
That you’ll send me a letter
⁠ how they to you behave.

Well spoke my dearest Nancy,
⁠ there words have won my heart,
Since Providence has ordered it,
⁠ That you and I must part.

I'll leave you all my bounty,
⁠ and every thing but life,
When I return from France my dear,
⁠ I will make you my wife.

But when you’re on the march my dear,
⁠ may the Heavens be your guide,
With fife and drums before you,
⁠ yourselves for to revive.

Success to all king–George’s men,
⁠ that trips along the plain,
And send our bonny Highland lads,
⁠ to Scotland back again.

Twice a day we go to the field,
⁠ and when we do retire,
We then look all around us,
⁠ our Sweathearts to admire,

But we will bid farewell to you,
⁠ we must go cross the main,
And when we’ve beat the Carmagnols,
⁠ we will return again.

In Hymen’s bands we then will join
⁠ and never more will part,
Therefore my dearest Nancy,
⁠ be of a chearful heart.

FINIS