first thanks for posting that beautiful song and congratulations to your memory. What you have posted is very close to what Andy Irvine sings (I have his songbook 'Aiming for the heart' which makes it easy to listen to what he sings in the two virtually identical versions I have on record: one with Paul Brady, one with Mick Hanly). Down below I'll post Andy Irvine's version with the few changes from your version in bold. I'm far from saying 'this is the correct version', I just post it for comparison.
Andy Irvine's note: 'This song is Scottish in origin and though I learned it from Sam Henry's collection [# 476] of songs from the North of Ireland, I have never heard it sung there.'
A different, more Scottish version is found in 'Bothy songs and ballads' (Ord?; I have a xerox; should I post it here, Bruce?). This version is closer to how Dick Gaughan sings it on the double LP 'Bonny Pit Laddie'. Al O' Donnell sings it too on his second album, but it is not an independent version for he got it from Gaughan.
The much discussed line is:
'...would staunch all the stoons' in 'Bonnie pit laddie' and
'...soothe all the stounds' in 'Bothy songs and ballads'.
Andy Irvine's version follows:
Down by yon green bushes near Calder's clear stream
Where me and my Annie so often have been
When the hours flew past us, right happy were we,
It was little she thought that a soldier I'd be
But it's farewell to Annie and I must away
For the King he needs soldiers and I must obey.
But if providence proves kind, love, until I return
I will wed with dear Annie near Calder's clear burn
On the 14th of August our regiment was lost
And a ball from the enemy our lines came across
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.
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.
And it's when I am weary and think on 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.