Sorry, Rog. I didn't notice the spilled blood the first time I read the other thread. If it's any consolation, I somehow managed to get the link to go directly to the verses I posted. I stuck them in below so folks don't have to visit the other thread.

From here

I will range through the wilds
And the deep land so dreary
And return with the spoils
To the bower o' my dearie;
Will ye go, lassie, go?

Oh, the autumn-time is comin'
And the leaves will soon be fallin',
And the blossoms o' the summer
Will soon wither on the mountain;
Will ye go, lassie, go?