time, but somehow—somehow he gulped, and had to begin again:
"Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally O?
And see the chief commanders, my Mally O?
You'll see the bullets fly,
And the soldiers how they—[gulp]—die,
And the ladies how they cry, my Mally O."
And see the chief commanders, my Mally O?
You'll see the bullets fly,
And the soldiers how they—[gulp]—die,
And the ladies how they cry, my Mally O."
"It's so good, Tommie—another, Tommie—tempus fugit—the best."
Tommie smiled at the old man, and lifting his voice, sweet and airy, sang:
"By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lo-mond;
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lo-mond.
Oh, ye'll tak' the high road, and I'll tak' the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye:
But me and my true love, we'll never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lo-mond."
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lo-mond;
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lo-mond.
Oh, ye'll tak' the high road, and I'll tak' the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye:
But me and my true love, we'll never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lo-mond."
