the soldier's return
air—“the mill, mill, o.”
when wild war's deadly bst was bwn,
ale peace returning,
wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless,
and mony a widow m;
i left the lines aed field,
where ng i'd been a lodger,
my humble knapsack a' my wealth,
a poor and ho sodger.
a leal, light heart was in my breast,
my hand unstain'd wi' plunder;
and for fair scotia hame again,
i cheery on did wander:
i thought upon the banks o' coil,
i thought upon my nancy,
i thought upog smile
that caught my youthful
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