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244 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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No. 266. When wild wars deadly blast was blawn. |
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Tune: The mill, mill O. |
Scots Musical Museum, 1790, No. 242. |
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When wild war's deadly blast was blawn,
And gentle peace returning, Wi' monie a sweet babe fatherless
And monie a widow mourning, I left the lines and tented field,
Where lang I'd been a lodger, My humble knapsack a' my wealth,
A poor and honest sodger.
A leal, light heart was in my breast,
My hand unstain'd wi' plunder; And for fair Scotia, hame again,
I cheery on did wander: I thought upon the banks o' Coil,
I thought upon my Nancy, And ay I mind't the witching smile
That caught my youthful fancy.
At length I reach'd the bonie glen,
Where early life I sported; I pass'd the mill and trysting thorn,
Where Nancy aft I courted. |
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