Bonny Woodhall

Down by yon green bushes near Calder's clear stream
 Where me and my Annie so often have been
 When the hours that flew past us, right happy were we
 It was little she thought that a soldier I'd be
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 But it's farewell to Annie and I must away
 For the King he needs soldiers, I must obey
 But if providence proves kind, love, until I return
 I will wed with my Annie near Calder's clear burn
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 On the 14th of August our regiment was lost
 And a ball from the enemy our lines came across
 Oh, it struck me in the temple and the blood trickled down
 I reeled and I staggered and I fell to the ground
 "Come here," says our captain, "come here with good speed"
 "For I fear by this bullet young Dinsmore lies dead"
 Two men with a stretcher did quickly prepare
 And they carried me away to a hospital there
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 Cold water and Brandy they poured out so free
 They turned me all over my wounds for to see
 But if I had my Annie to bind up my wounds
 One kiss from her sweet lips would soon deaden the stoun
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 And it's when I am weary and think of lang syne
 When I was a miner and wrought in the mine
 Oh, the tears they do trickle and down they do fall
 Like the roses that bloom around Bonny Woodhall