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 I left the lines and the tented field whaur I'm no longer a lodger A humble knapsack, it's a' my wealth I'm a poor but honest sodger 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 I thocht upon the banks of Coille I thocht upon my Nancy I thocht upon her bewitching smile that stole my youthful fancy @Scots @war @soldier Norman Kennedy gor this from Jeannie Robertson who thought it was Robert Burns Filename[ DEIDLYWR Play.exe DEIDLYWR SF