X: 1
T: the SOLDIER'S RETURN
O: 1811
B: "Caledonian Musical Repository", 1811, p.48-52
F: http://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/pageturner.cfm?id=87686121
Z: 2013 John Chambers <jc:trillian.mit.edu>
M: C
L: 1/8
K: D
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[V:1](de) | {d}f2 (A>B) {B}A3 d | ({=c}BA) (Bd)
w: When* wild war's* deal-ly blast* was*
[V:2] D2 | D2 (F>G) F2 F2 | G2 (GB)
[V:1]{f}e2 (de) | f2 A2 (gf) (ed) | ({=c}B3 ^c) d2 (de) |
w: blawn, And* gen-tle peace* re-*turn-*ing, And*
[V:2] A2 (dc) | d2 c2 B2 F2 | (G2 A2) [F2D2] D2 |
[V:1]f2 (A>B) A3 d | (BA) (Bd) e2 (de) |
w: eyes a-*gain wi' plea-*sure* beam'd, That*
[V:2] D2 (AG) F3 F | G2 (GB) A2 (dc) |
[V:1]({d}f2) A2 (gf) (ed) | ({=c}B3 ^c)  d2    |]
w: had been blear'd* wi'* mourn-*ing.
[V:2]    d2  c2  B2   F2  |     (G2 A2) [F2D2] |]
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[V:1] zA | (de) (fg) {f}a3 a | (ba) (gf) e3 A |
w: I left* the* lines and tent-*ed* fields, Where
[V:2] A2 | (dc) (de) f3 f | (gf) (ed) A3 A |
[V:1] (de) (fg) (ab) (ag) | (f3 g) a2 zA |
w: lang* I'd* been* a* lod-*ger; A
[V:2] (dc) (de) (fg) (fe) | (d3 e) f2 zA |
[V:1] (de) (fg) a2 (fa) | (ba) (gf) e2 (de) |
w: hum-*ble* knap-sack* a'* my* wealth, A*
[V:2] (dc) (de) f2 f2 | (gf) (ed) A2 (FE) |
[V:1] f2  A2 (gf) (ed) | ({=c}B3 ^c) ({e}d2) |]
w: poor, but ho-*nest* sod-*ger.
[V:2] D2 (DE) F2   D2  |     (G2 A2)  [F2D2] |]
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W:2.A leal light heart beat in my breast,
W:    My hands unstained wi" plunder;
W:  And to dear Scotia, hame again,
W:    I cheerly on did wander.
W:  I thought upon the banks o' Coil;
W:    I thought upon my Nancy;
W:  I thought upon the 'witching smile,
W:    That caught my youthfu' fancy.
W:
W:3.At length I reach'd the bonny glen,
W:    Where early life I sported,
W:  I pass'd the mill and trysting thorn,
W:    Where Nancy oft I courted.
W:  Wha spied I but mine ain dear maid,
W:    Down by her mother's dwelling!
W:  And turn'd me round to hide the flood
W:    That in my een was swelling.
W:
W:4.Wi' altered voice, quoth I, Sweet lass
W:    Sweet as yon hawthorn blossom,
W:  O! happy, happy may he be,
W:    That's dearest to thy bosom!
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W:  My purse is light, I've far to gang,
W:    Fain wad I be thy lodger;
W:  I've serv'd my king and country lang,
W:    Tak pity on a sodger.
W:
W:5.Sae wistfully she gaz'd on me.
W:    And lovelier grew than ever;
W:  Quoth she, A sodger ance I lo'ed,
W:    Forget him shall I never:
W:  Our humble cot, and namely fare,
W:    Ye freely shall partake o't:
W:  That gallant badge, the dear cockade;
W:    Ye've welcome for the sake on't,
W:
W:6.She gaz'd--she redden'd like a rose,
W:    Syne pale like ony lily,
W:  She sunk within my arms, and cried,
W:    Art thou mine ain dear Willie?
W:  By him who made yon sun and sky,
W:    By whom true love's rewarded,
W:  I am the man!--and thus may still
W:    True lovers be rewarded.
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W:
W:7.The wars are o'er, and I'm come hame,
W:    And find thee still true-hearted;
W:  Though poor in gear, we're rich in love,
W:    And, mair, we'se ne'er be parted.
W:  Quo' she, My grandsire left me gowd,
W:    A mailin plenish'd fairly;
W:  Come then, my faithfu* sodger lad,
W:    Thou'rt welcome to it dearly,
W:
W:8.For gold the merchant ploughs the main.
W:    The farmer ploughs the manor;
W:  But glory is the sodger's prize;
W:    The sodger's wealth is honour.
W:  The brave poor sodger ne'er despise,
W:    Nor count him as a stranger,
W:  Remember, he's your country's stay,
W:    In day and hour o' danger.
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