The soldier’s return, song

Frank McKenna, speech in English, singing in English
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Wild war's deadly blast had blown and gentle peace returned
Left many’s a fond child fatherless and many’s the widow mourning
I left the line and tented field where long I'd been a lodger
And too fair Scotia home again how cheerful I did wander.

A leal light heart was in my breast my hand unstained by plunder
My humble knapsack all my wealth a poor but honest soldier
I thought upon the banks of Coil I thought upon my Nancy
I thought upon her witching smile that stole my youthful fancy.

‘Til at length I reached that bonny glen where early life I sported
I passed the mill and trysting thorn where Nancy oft I courted
Who spied I but my ain fair maid down by her father’s dwelling
I turned me round to hide the fluid that in my een was swelling.

With altered voice quoth I fair maid bright is the hawthorn blossom
Happy must he be indeed that's nearest to your bosom
My purse is light I've far to gang fain would I be your lodger
I've served my king and country long have pity on a soldier.

Sae wistfully she gazed on me and lovelier she seemed than ever
Said she a soldier once I loved forget him I can never
Our humble cot and homely fare you freely shall partake of it
That gallant badge and the dear cockade you're welcome for the sake of it.

She blushed and reddened like a rose sae paler than any lily
She sank into me arms and cried are you my own dear Willie
By him that rules the main and sky by whom true love's regarded
I am your man and thus you see true love is then rewarded.

The war is o’er and I've come home and find you still true-hearted
Though poor in gear I’m rich in love and never more will we be parted
Said she my grandsire left me go a mill and ‘plenished fairly
So come my faithful soldier boy you're welcome to it dearly.

For gold the merchant ploughs the main the farmer ploughs the manor
But glory is a soldier’s wealth a soldier’s wealth’s his honour
The poor brave soldier ne'er despise nor yet count him a stranger
Remember he's his country's stay in the day and hour of danger.