Kerstin Blodig & Ian Melrose The Battle Of Waterloo
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
'Til Napolean's bloody cannons took their aim
Jenny, oh Jenny, I am surely done
Stricken down in battle at the moth o' Napoleon's guns
Jeannie, oh Jeannie always dear to me
Let me hold you in my mind afore I d'e
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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 my Boney, 'twasn't only you
Who was broken on the field of Waterloo
Su'geon, oh Su'geon, leave me wi' my pain
Save your knife for others who'll surely rise again
Su'geon, oh Su'geon leave my blood to pour
Let it drain into the bitter paet once more
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Boney, oh Boney war was aye yer game
A bloody field ya table, a cannon yaws to aim
Boney, oh Boney we were aye the same
Drillin' laddies not to fear the musket's pain
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