BATTLE OF WATERLOO
Words, Jim Malcolm. Tune, trad.

Spring comes to Kirrie. All the world's in bloom.
Winter is forgiven now, fooled by April's broom.
Kirrie, oh Kirrie, you were aye my hame
Till Napoleon's bloody cannon hit their aim.

Jeanie, oh Jeanie, I am surely done,
Stricken down in battle, at the mooth o' Boney's guns.
Jeanie, oh Jeanie, aye sae dear tae me,
Let me hold you in my mind afore I dee.

CHORUS: For the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees,
And the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves.
As winter begins, aye mind Boney. it wasn't only you
Who was broken on the field of Waterloo.

Surgeon, oh surgeon, leave me wi my pain.
Save your knife for others, who will surely rise again.
Surgeon, oh surgeon, leave my blood to pour.
Let it drain into the bitter clay once more.

Daughter, oh daughter, listen dear tae me.
Never wed a sodger, or a widow you will be.
Daughter, oh daughter, curse your lad to die
Ere he catches the recruitin' sergeant's eye.

Boney, oh Boney, war was aye your game,
Bloody field your table, cannon yours to aim.
Boney, oh Boney, we aye lived the same,
Drillin' laddies not to fear the muskets' flame.

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