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THE SOLDIER'S RETURN.

TUNE—THE MILL, MILL O.

When wild war’s deedly blafl; was blawn, and gentle peace returning, And eyes again with pleafure beam’d, that had been bleer’d with mourning; I left the lines, and tainted field where long I'd been a lodger, My humble kuapfack a' my wealth, a poor and honeft lodger.

A leal light heart was in my breaft, my hands unftain’d with plunder: And for fair SCOTIA, hame again, l cheary on did wander : l thought upon the Banks o’ COIL ; l thought upon my NANCY ; I thought upon the witching fmile that caught my'youthfu' fancy.

At length l reach’d the bonny glen, where early life I fported ; I paft the Mill and Tryfting-Thorn, where NANCY aft I courted : Wha fpy’d I but my ain dear maid, down by her mither’s dwelling ! And turn’d me round to hide the flood, that in my een was fwelling.