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

@Scots @war @soldier
Norman Kennedy gor this from Jeannie Robertson
  who thought it was Robert Burns
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