The Deidly Wars Are Past And Gane کے بول

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