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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116692" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Soldier's Return</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When wild war's deadly blast was blawn,<br>And gentle peace returning,<br>Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless,<br>And mony a widow mourning;<br>I left the lines and tented field,<br>Where lang I'd been a lodger,<br>My humble knapsack a' my wealth,<br>A poor but honest sodger.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A leal, light heart was in my breast,<br>My hand unstain'd wi' plunder;<br>And for fair Scotia, hame again,<br>I cheery on did wander:<br>I thought upon the banks o' Coil,<br>I thought upon my Nancy,<br>I thought upon the witching smile<br>That caught my youthful fancy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At length I reach'd the bonie glen,<br>Where early life I sported;<br>I pass'd the mill and trysting thorn,<br>Where Nancy aft I courted:<br>Wha spied I but my ain dear maid,<br>Down by her mother's dwelling!<br>And turn'd me round to hide the flood<br>That in my e'en was swelling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wi' alter'd voice, quoth I, "Sweet lass,<br>Sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom,<br>O! happy, happy may he be,<br>That's dearest to thy bosom:<br>My purse is light, I've far to gang,<br>And fain wad be thy lodger;<br>I've serv'd my king and country lang-<br>Take pity on a sodger."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sae wistfully she gaz'd on me,<br>And lovelier was than ever;<br>Quo' she, "A sodger ance I lo'ed,<br>Forget him shall I never:<br>Our humble cot, and hamely fare,<br>Ye freely shall partake it;<br>That gallant badge-the dear cockade,<br>Ye're welcome for the sake o't."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She gaz'd-she redden'd like a rose -<br>Syne pale like only lily;<br>She sank within my arms, and cried,<br>'Art thou my ain dear Willie?'<br>'By him who made yon sun and sky!<br>By whom true love's regarded,<br>I am the man; and thus may still<br>True lovers be rewarded.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The wars are o'er, and I'm come hame,<br>And find thee still true-hearted;<br>Tho' poor in gear, we're rich in love,<br>And mair we'se ne'er be parted.'<br>Quo' she, "My grandsire left me gowd,<br>A mailen plenish'd fairly;<br>And come, my faithfu' sodger lad,<br>Thou'rt welcome to it dearly!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For gold the merchant ploughs the main,<br>The farmer ploughs the manor;<br>But glory is the sodger's prize,<br>The sodger's wealth is honor:<br>The brave poor sodger ne'er despise,<br>Nor count him as a stranger;<br>Remember he's his country's stay,<br>In day and hour of danger.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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