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    The Battle of Waterloo

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Spring comes to Kirrie, all the world′s in bloom
Winter is forgiven now, fooled by April's broom
Kirrie, oh Kirrie, you were aye my hame
′Til Napoleon's bloody cannon hit their aim
 
Jeanie, oh Jeanie, I am surely done
Stricken down in battle at the mooth o' Boney′s guns
Jeanie, oh Jeanie, aye sae dear tae me
Let me hold you in my mind afore I dee
 
For the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees
And the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves
As winter begins aye mind Boney, it wasn′t only you
Who was broken on the field of Waterloo
 
Surgeon, oh surgeon, leave me tae my pain
Save your knife for others who will surely rise again
Surgeon, oh surgeon, leave my blood to pour
Let it drain into the bitter clay once more
 
For the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees
And the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves
As winter begins aye mind Boney, it wasn′t only you
Who was broken on the fields of Waterloo
 
Daughter, oh daughter, listen dear tae me
Never wed a sodger or a widow you will be
Daughter, oh daughter, curse your lad to die
'Ere he catches the recruitin′ sergeant's eye
 
For the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees
And the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves
As winter begins aye mind Boney, it wasn′t only you
Who was broken on the fields of Waterloo
 
Boney, oh Boney, war was aye your game
Bloody field your table, cannon yours to aim
Boney, oh Boney, we aye lived the same
Drillin′ laddies not to fear the muskets' flame
 
For the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees
And the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves
As winter begins aye mind Boney, it wasn′t only you
Who was broken on the fields of Waterloo
 
For the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees
And the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves
As winter begins aye mind Boney, it wasn′t only you
Who was broken on the fields of Waterloo
 

 

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