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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.


This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.