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be to the orders that marched my luve awa', And wae be to the cruel 'cause that gars my tears doun fa', O wae be to the bluidy wars in Hie Germanie, For they hae ta'n my luve, and left a broken heart to me.

The drums beat in the mornin' afore the scriech o' day, And the wee wee fifes piped loud and shrill, while yet the morn was grey; The bonnie flags were a' unfurled, a gallant sight to see, But waes me for my sodger lad that marched to Germanie.

O, lang, lang is the travel to the bonnie Pier o' Leith, O dreich it is to gang on foot wi' the snaw-drift in the teeth!