The Popular songs of Scotland with their appropriate melodies . nument to his memory. The air has been discovered in William Grahams MS. Flute Book (1694), under the name Playingamang the rashes; Oswald has it in his Caledonian Pocket Companion, and calls it The rashes, thusshowing that we had an earlier song to the tune than the The Boyne Water. It will be found inRamsays Tea-Table Miscellany (i. 60), and is marked Z as an old song. It begins, My Jockey Myth. 78 SCOTTISH SONGS. THE SOLDIERS RETURN. aiB, TIIE MILL, MILL, 0. ARRANGED BY T M. MUDIE. MODERATO. \ P m± b^TT^ t l- f=g §3 s i^-Hi-^ :
The Popular songs of Scotland with their appropriate melodies . nument to his memory. The air has been discovered in William Grahams MS. Flute Book (1694), under the name Playingamang the rashes; Oswald has it in his Caledonian Pocket Companion, and calls it The rashes, thusshowing that we had an earlier song to the tune than the The Boyne Water. It will be found inRamsays Tea-Table Miscellany (i. 60), and is marked Z as an old song. It begins, My Jockey Myth. 78 SCOTTISH SONGS. THE SOLDIERS RETURN. aiB, TIIE MILL, MILL, 0. ARRANGED BY T M. MUDIE. MODERATO. \ P m± b^TT^ t l- f=g §3 s i^-Hi-^ :F^ s ^e BF a=^z=p When wild wars dead - ly blast was blawn, And gen - tie peace re J* mm^tmmmm^ trtf r4 *« 3FF w?^m $ -e- £55 fe s & ^=^=g ? :3=P=^q£ pg^i turn - ing, Wi mo - ny a sweet babe fa - ther-less, And mo - nv a wi - dow ^^g^^ig^^^ BSE -s>- ^jjg -=F5 e fefc mourn - uig: left the HI i lines and. • it- tent ed field, Where I* mm m f ti^>—v \ THE SOLDIERS RETURN. 79 ±^=F F—^- gg&C3^g^^g^p My hum - ble knap - sack a my wealth; A. A leal light heart beat in my breast, My hands unstaind wi plunder;And for fair Scotia, hame again, I cheery on did thought upon the banks o Coil, I thought upon my Nancy;I thought upon the witchin smile, That caught my youthful length I reachd the bonnie glen, Where early life I sported;I passd the mill and trystin thorn, Where Nancy oft I spied I but my ain dear maid, Down by her mothers dwelling !And turnd me round to hide the flood That in my ee was alterd voice, quoth I, Sweet lass, Sweet as yon hawthorns blossom,0! happy, happy may he be, Thats dearest to thy bosom !My purse is light, Ive far to gang, And fain wad be thy lodger,Ive served my king and country lang : Tak pity on a wistfully she gazed on me, And lovelier was than ever;Quoth she, A sodger ance I lovec? Forget him will I never 1 Our humble cot and namely fare, Ye freely shall partake it;That gallant badge, the
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