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• Artiste: Robert Burns
• Titre: When Wild Ward Deadly Blast
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When wild war's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless And mony a widow mourning. I left the lines and tented field Where lang I'd been a lodger My humble knapsack all my wealth A poor but honest sodger. At length I reached the bonnie glen Where early life I sported; I pass'd the mill and trysting thorn Where Nancy oft I courted. 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 e'e was swelling. She gazed, she redden'd like a rose Syne pale as any lily, She sank within my arms and cried, "Art thou my ain dear Willie?" "By Him that made you sun and sky By whom true love's regarded I am the man! And thus may still True lovers be rewarded." "The wars are owre, an' I've come hame And find the still true-hearted; Tho' poor in gear, we're rich in love And mair we'se ne'er be parted." Quoth she, "My grand-sire left me gowd A mailin plenished fairly Then come, my faithful sodger lad Thou'rt welcome to it dearly."