The deidly wars are passed and gane
The deidly wars are passed and gane | |
| For the deidly wars are passed and gane And gentle peace returning Left mony's the sweet babe faitherless And mony's the widow mourning.
2. I left the lines and the tented field | 3. A lea-licht hert was in my brest My hands unstained wi' plunder It's all for Scotia hame again I cheery on did wonder.
4. I thocht upon the banks of Coille |