When Wild Wars Deadly Blast was Blawn.
Words by Burns.
Arranged by Finlay Dun.
When wild wars deadly blast was blawn,
And gentle peace returning,
And eyes again with pleasure beam’d
That had been blear’d with 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.
At length, I reach’d the bonnie glen,
Where early life I sported;
I pass’d the mill and trysting thorn,
Where Nancy aft 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 gaz’d – she redden’d like a rose;
Syne pale like ony lily;
She sank within my arms, and cried,
Art thou my ain dear Willie?
By him who made yon sun and sky,
By whom true love’s regvarded,
I am the man – and thus may still
True lovers be rewarded.
The wars are o’er, and I’m come hame,
And find thee still true hearted,
Tho’ poor in gear, we’re rich in love;
And mair, we’se ne’er be parted.
Quo’ she, my grandsire left me gowd,
A mailen plenish’d fairly;
And come my faithful soldier lad,
Thou’rt welcome to it dearly.