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 21 What ha'e I, cried Willie, waking, What ha'e I frae night to dree ? Morn, throngh clouds in splende rbreaking, Lights nae bright'oing hope to me. House nor hame, nor farm nor stedding, wife nor bairns ha'e I to see, House nor hame nor bed nor bedding, What hae I frae night to dree? Sair, alas ! and sad and many Are the ills poor mortals share ; Yet, though hame nor bed ye ha'e nae, Yield nae, Soldier, to despair: What's this life sae wae and wearie, If Hope's bright'ning beams should fail? See, thongh night comes, dark and eerie, Yon sma'cot light cheers the dale. There, though walth and waste ne'er riot Humbler joys their comforts shed. Labour--health--content and quiet-- Mourner, there ye'se get a bed. Wife 'tis true wi' bairnie: smiling, There, alas! ye needna seek--- Yet there bairns ilk care beguiling, Paint wi' smiles a mither's cheek. A' her earthly pride and pleasure Left to cheer her widow'd lot A her warldly walth and treasure, To adorn her lanely cot.