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THE DEIDLY WARS ARE PAST AND GANE
For the deidly wars are passed and gane and gentle peace returning
Left mony's the sweet babe faitherless and mony's the widow mourning
I left the lines and the tented field whaur I'm no longer a lodger
A humble knapsack, it's a' my wealth I'm a poor but honest sodger
A lea-licht hert was in my brest my hands unstained wi' plunder
It's all for Scotia hame again I cheery on did wonder
I thocht upon the banks of Coille I thocht upon my Nancy
I thocht upon her bewitching smile that stole my youthful fancy
Norman Kennedy gor this from Jeannie Robertson who thought it was Robert Burnsfilename
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