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5 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 reached the bonny glen,

Where early life I sported,

I past the mill, and trysting thorn,

Where Nancy oft I courted :

Wha spied I but my ain dear maid

Down by her mother's dwelling,

I turn'd me round to hide the flood

That in my e'e was swelling

Wi' alter'd voice, quoth I, sweet lass,

Sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom,

O happy, happy, may he be,

That's dearest to thy bosom ;

My purse is light, I've far to gang,

And fain would be thy 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 ;

Quoth she, a sodger ance I lo'ed,

Forget him shall I never ;

Our humble cot and hamely fare,

Ye freely shall partake o't;

That gallant badge the dear cockade,

Ye're welcome for the sake o't.