Chords for Robert Burns - The Soldiers Return [Ian Bruce]

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_ _ _ _ _ _ When wild was [C] deadly, blast [D] was blowing, [G] And gentle peace _ returning,
_ When money sweet [C] babe [D] father less, [G] And money a widow mourning,
_ I left the lines and [D] tented field, [G] Where lying I'd been a [D] lodger,
_ [G] My humble naps I call my [D] wealth, [G] A poor _ batonist soldier. _ _ _
_ A lean light heart [C] was in my [D]
breast, [G] My hand unstained way plunder,
_ And for fair [C] Scotia [D] heme again, [G] I cheery yondered wander,
_ I thought upon the banks o [D]
'ercoiled, [G] I thought upon my [D] Nancy,
_ [G] I thought upon the witching [D] _
[G] smile, That caught my youthful fancy.
_ _ _ _ At length I reached the bonny [D] glen, [G] Where early life I _ sported,
I passed the mill and tried [D] _ [G] Stingthorne, Where Nancy I've [D] die [G] _ courted.
For spite I barred my Indian [D] _ mate, [G] Down by her mother's [D] dwelling,
_ [G] And turned me round to [D] hide the flood, [G] That in my yin was swelling. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Way o'er to boys quote thy [D] sweet laughs, [G] Sweet as John Hawthorne's blossom,
_ O happy, happy may he be, That's dearest to thy _ bosom.
My purse's light I've _ [D] fatiguing, [G] And fame would be thy _ lodger,
I've said my king and country _ lying, Take pity on a soldier.
_ Say, wistfully she gazed on [D] me, [G] And love there was that never,
_ _ Was she a soldier in [D] silence, _ [G] Forget him shall I never.
Her humble court and [D] himly fair, [G] Ye freely shall [D] partake it,
[G] That gallant, vage, dear [D] _ cockade, [G] You're welcome for the sake o _ 'ers.
_ She gazed, she [Cm] reddened like [G] a rose, Sang pale like corny lily,
_ She sang within [C] my arms [G] and cried, Art thou my aim dear _ _ welly,
By him who made the sun [D] and sky, [G] By whom true love's [D] regarded,
_ [G] I am the man in thy [D] sweet stele, [G] True love must be [C] _ [G] rewarded. _ _ _
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Now the wars are [C] o'er and I'm [D] come home, [G] And find thee still true _ _ herted,
Though poor in [C] gear, where rich [D] in love, [G] And air we smer be _ perted.
For she my grandsire left [D] me gout, [G] And mail and plenish [D] fair laid,
[G] And come my faithful soldier [D] _
lad, [G] Bird welcome to her with _ _ dearly.
_ _ For gold the merchant ploughs the [D] main, _ [G] The farmer ploughs the _ manor,
But glory is [C] the [D] soldier's prize, [G] The soldier's wealth [D] his [G] honour.
_ The brave poor soldier ne [D]'er despise, Nor [G] count him as a [D] stranger,
_ [G] _ Remember he's the [D] country's stay, [G] In day and hour of [D] _ [G] danger. _ _
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