He comes from the wars from the red field of fight, He comes thro the storm and the darkness of night, For rest and for refuge now fain to implore, The warrior bends low at the cottagers door. Pale, Pale, Pale is his cheek with a gash on his brow, His locks o'er his shoulders distractedly flow, An d the fire of his heart shoots by fits from his eye, Like a languishing lamp that just flashes to die, Rest, warrior, Rest, Rest, warrior, Rest.
Rest in silence and sleep in the cottagers bed, Oblivion shall visit the war weary head; Perchance he may dream but the vision shall tell, Of his lady-loves hour and her latest farewell. Pale, Pale, Pale, is his cheek with a gash on his brow, His locks o'er his shoulders distractedly flow, And the fire of his heart shoots by fits from his eye, Like a languishing lamp that just flashes to die, Rest, warrior, Rest, Rest, warrior, Rest.
Illusion and love chase the battles alarms, He shall dream that his mistress lies lock'd in his arms, He shall feel on his lips the sweet warmth of her kiss, Oh! warrior wake not from such slumber as this. Pale, Pale, Pale is his cheek with a gash on his brow, His locks o'er his shoulders distractedly flow, And the fire of his heart shoots by fits from his eye, Like a languishing lamp that just flashes to die, Rest, warrior, Rest, Rest, warrior, Rest. X: 1 T:Rest! Warrior, Rest M:6/8 L:1/8 S:Polwarth K:C G| B> A G G D G|B> A G G2 G| B> c B B2 A/2 G/2| B c B A2 D| B> A G G D G| B> A G G2 (G/2A/2)| B B A c c B| A>G A G2 z| A3 B3| c> d c c B A| B> c B B (AB)| c d c B A G| A d d D2 G/2 A/2) B> c B B A G| B> C B B G A| B B d d> C B| A G A G z| G3 D2 D| G2 z z z z | (B2 A) G2 A| (G3G2)||