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 4 By him that made you sea and sky, By whom true love's regarded, I am the man, and thus may still, true lovers be rewarded. The wars are c'er, and I'm come lame, And find thee still true-hearted, Tho' poor in gear, we're rich in love, And, mair we'so ne'er be parted. Quo' she, my grandsire left me gowd, A wailing plenished fairly, Come then, my faithful sodger lad, Thou'rt welcome to it dearly. For gold the merchant plows the main, The farmer ploughs the manor, But glory is the soldier's prize, The sodger's wealth is honour. The brave poor sodger ne'er despise, Nor count him as a stranger; Remember, he's his country's stay, In day and hour of danger.

LILIES OF THE VALLEY. O'er barren hills and flowery dales, O'er seas and distant shores,