arded.
“the wars are o'er, and i'm e hame,
and find thee still true-hearted;
tho' poor in gear, we're ri love,
and mair we'se ne'er be parted.”
quo' she, “my grandsire left me gowd,
a mailen plenish'd fairly;
and e, my faithfu' sodger d,
thou'rt wele to it dearly!”
fold the mert ploughs the main,
the farmer ploughs the manor;
but glory is the sodger's prize,
the sodgerpppp's wealth is honor:
the brave poor sodger ne'er despise,
nor t him as a stranger;
remember he's his try's
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