He cried out, Be conſtant, that day we did
part;
That word was ſo heavy it ſunk in my heart :
But like a roving turtle, the campaign ſtood
thro',
But now he has returned, with his bonnet
ſo blue.
Some ſaid he was wounded, ſome ſaid he
was ſlain,
Which made me relent as he ſtood on the plain,
With joy tranſported my ſenſes all flew
When I ſaw my dear charmer and's bonnet
fo blue.
I fainted with joy, in his arms I did fall,
My cheeks they did willow, my lips turn'd
pale;
Then he cried cut, Dear laſſie thy ſenſes
renew
For it's I'thy dear Charles and his bonnet
ſo blue.
For the war is now over, and alive I remain,
Unto thy ſweet arms I am ſale back again;
The cannons did thunder, balls like arrows
they flew,
No danger came over me, and my bonnet
ſo blue.
