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 THE SOLDIER'S RETURN. When wild war's deadly blast had blaw, And gentle peace returning, And eyes again with pleasure beam'd, That had been blear'd with mourning. I left the lines and tented field Where lang I had been a lodger, My humble knapsack a' my wealth, A poor, but honest sodger. A leal light heart heat in my breast, My hand unstain'd with plunder, And for fair Scotia hame again, I cheery on did wander: I thought upon the banks o' Coil, I thought upon my Nancy, I thought upon the witching smile, That caught my youthful fancy. At length I reach'd the bonny glen, Where early life I sported, I pass'd the mill and trysting thorn, Whare Nancy aft I courted,