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Thought upon her witching smile

That caught my youthful fancy.

At length I reach’d the bonny glen,

Where early life I sported ;

Pass'd the mill and trysting thorn,

Where Nancy aft I courted.

Wha spied I but my ain dear maid,

Down by her mother’s dwelling !

turn’d me round, to hide the flood

That in my een was swelling.

alter’d voice, quoth I, sweet lass,

Sweet as yon hawthorn blossom,

happy, happy may he be,

That’s dearest to thy bosom.

My purse is light, I’ve far to gang,

Fain wad I be thy lodger ;

serv’d my king and country lang,

Take pity on a Sodger.

wistfully she gaz’d on me,

And lovelier grew than ever ;

a Sodger ance I lo’ed,

forget him I shall never :

humble cot and hamely fare,

Ye freely shall partake o’t ;

gallant badge, the dear cockade,

You’re welcome for the sake o’t.

gaz’d—she redden’d like a rose—

pale like ony lily,

sank within mine arms, and cried,

Art thou mine ain dear Willie ?

By Him who made yon sun and sky,

By whom true love’s regarded,

the man !—and thus may still

True lovers be rewarded.