Page:Most excellent song, called, The sodger's return.pdf/3

 3

and turn'd me roond to hide the flood,

that in my een was ſwelling,

Wi' altar'd voice, quo' I, ſweet laſſ,

ſweet as yon hawthorn bloſſom,

O' happy, happy muſt he be,

that's welcome to thy boſom,

My purſe is light, I ve far to gang;

and fain wauld be a lodger;

I've ſerv'd my king and country lang.

tak' pity on a ſodger.

Sae wiſtfully ſhe gaz' d on me,

and lovelier grew than ever,

Quo ſhe, A ſodger ance I lov'd,

Forget him will I never.

Our humble cot and homely fare,

ye freely ſhall partake it,

That gallant Badge, the dear Cockade,

you' re welcome for the ſake o' t.

Sle gaz' d- ſhe redden'd like a roſe-

ſyne pale like ony lily,

ſhe ſank into my arms and cried,

art thou my ain dear Willy-

By Him who made yon ſun and ſky;

by whom true loves regarded.

I am the man-and thus may ſtill

true lovers be rewarded.