Five Songs ("Louden bonny Woods")/Louden bonny Woods

Louden’s bonny woods and braes,
I maun leave them a’ laſſie,
Wha can thole when Britain’s faes
To Briton’s would give law, laſſie.
Wha would ſhun the field of danger,
Wha would ſhun the bed of honour:
Now when freedom bids avenge her,
Wha would ſhun her ca’, laſſie.
Louden’s bonny woods and braes,
Hae ſeen our happy bridal days,
And gentle hopes ſhall ſoothe thy woes,
When I am far awa’ laſſie.

Hark! the ſwelling bugle ſings,
It gi’es joy to thee laddie;
But the dolefu’ bugle brings
Waefu’ things to me laddie;
Lanely I mar climb the mountain,
Lanely ſtray beſide the fountain,
Still the dreary moments countin’,
Far fra love and thee laddie.
O’er the gory field of war,
Where vengeance drives her bloody car.
Thou’lt may be fa’ frae me a afar,
And nane to cloſe thy e’e, laddie.

O reſume they wonted ſmile,
O ſuppreſs thy ſerts thy fears, laſſie,

Glorious honour crowns the tool
That the ſoldier ſhares laſſie.
Heaven will ſhield thy faithfu’ lover,
Till the vengfu’ ſtrive is oevr,
Then we’ll meet nae mair to ſever,
Till the day we die laſſie.
’Midſt our bonny woods and braes,
We’ll ſpend our peaceful happy days,
As blythe’s yon lightſome lamb that plays,
On Louden’s flowery lee, laſſie,