THE SOLDIER'S RETURN The wars are o'er, and I'm come hame, And come, my faithfu' sodger lad, For gold the merchant ploughs the main, The farmer ploughs the manor; But glory is the sodger's prize, The sodger's wealth is honour: 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. BRAW LADS O' GALLA WATER BRAW, braw lads on Yarrow braes, They rove amang the blooming heather; But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws Can match the lads o' Galla Water. But there is ane, a secret ane, Aboon them a' I lo'e him better; And I'll be his, and he'll be mine, Altho' his daddie was nae laird, Yet rich in kindest, truest love, We'll tent our flocks by Galla Water. It ne'er was wealth, it ne'er was wealth, O that's the chiefest warld's treasure. MY LUVE IS LIKE A RED, RED ROSE MY LUVE IS LIKE A RED, RED ROSE My Luve is like a red, red rose, As fair art thou, my bonie lass, And I will luve thee still, my Dear, Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear, And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile! JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And mony a cantie day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, And hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo. JOCKEY'S TAEN THE PARTING KISS JOCKEY'S TAEN THE PARTING KISS JOCKEY'S taen the parting kiss, Nought but griefs with me remain. When the shades of evening creep Sweetly blythe his waukening be. |