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VII. PATRIOTIC AND POLITICAL 245 |
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Wha spied I but my ain dear maid, Down by her mother's dwelling,
And turn'd me round to hide the flood That in my een 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 wad be thy lodger; I've served my king and country lang—
Take pity on a sodger.'
Sae wistfully she gazed on me,
And lovelier was than ever: Quo' she:—'A sodger anee I lo'ed,
Forget him shall I never : Our humble cot, and hamely fare,
Ye freely shall partake it; That gallant badge—the dear cockade—
Ye're welcome for the sake oV
She gaz'd, she redden'd like a rose,
Syne, pale like onie lily, She sank within my arms, and cried :—
1 Art thou my ain dear Willie ?' ' By Him who made yon sun and sky,
By whom true love's regarded, I am the man! and thus may still
True lovers be rewarded!
'The wars are o'er, and I'm come hame
And find thee still true-hearted; Tho' poor in gear, we're rich in love,
And mair, we'se ne'er be parted.' Quo' she :—' My grandsire left me gowd,
A mailen plenish'd fairly; And come, my faithfu' sodger lad,
Thou'rt welcome to it dearly!'
For gold the merchant ploughs the main,
The farmer ploughs the manor ; But glory is the sodger's prize,
The sodger's wealth is honor: 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. |
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