Soldier Laddie

I once was a maid, tho I canna tell when

And still my delight is in proper young men

Someone o a troop o Dragoons was my daddie

Nae wonder I"m fond o a young soldier laddie

Sing fa la la, la la la, la la la laddie

The first o my loves was a swaggering blade

To rattle the thundering drum was his trade

His leg was so tight and his cheek was so ruddy

Transported I was wi my soldier laddie

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But the Godly auld chaplain left him in the lurch

So the sword I forsook for the sake o the church

He ventured the soul and I risked the body

Twas then I proved false to my soldier laddie

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Full soon I grew sick o my sanctified sot

The regiment at large for a husband I got

From the gilded spontoon tae the fife I was ready

I asked for nae mair but a young soldier laddie

But the peace it reduced me to beg in despair

Til I met my old boy at a Cunningham fair

His rags regimental they fluttered so gaudy

Oh my hairt it rejoiced at my soldier laddie

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And noo I hae lived, I know not how long

And still I can join in a cup and a song

But whilst with both hands I can hold the glass steady

Here's tae ye my love, my ain soldier laddie

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