Hark! the swelling bugle sings,
Yielding joy to thee, Laddie;
But the dolefu’ bugle brings
Waefu’ thoughts to me, Laddie.
Lanely I may climb the mountain,
Lanely stray beside the fountain,
Still the weary moments countin’,
Far frae love and thee, Laddie.
O’er the gory fields of war,
Where vengeance drives his crimson oar,
Thou’lt may be fa’ frae me afar,
An’ nane to close thy e’e, Laddie.
O resume thy woated smile,
O suppress thy fears, Lassie!
Glorious honor crowns the toil
That the Soldier shares, Lassie.
Heav’n will shield thy faithful lover,
’Till the vengeful strife is over,
Then we’ll meet nae mair to sever,
’Till the day we die, Lassie.
’Midst our bonnie woods and braes,
We’ll spend our peaceful happy days,
As blythe’s yon lightsome lamb that plays
On Loudon’s flow’ry lee, Lassie.
