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Bonnie Woodha'



Down by yon green bushes near Calder's clear stream
Where me and my Annie oft times we have been
Oh the hours flew right past us, right happy we'd be
It was little she thought that a soldier I'd be

So it's farewell to Annie, for I must away
For the king he needs soldiers and I must obey
But if providence proves kind love until my return
I'll wed with my Annie near Calder's clear burn

On the Fourteenth of August our regiment was lost
And a ball from the enemy our lines came across
Oh it struck me on the temple, the blood trickled down
I reeled and I staggered and I fell to the ground

"Come here" cried our captain, "Come here with great speed
For I fear by this bullet young Dimsmore lies dead"
Two men with a stretcher did quickly prepare
And they carried me away to a hospital bed

Cold water and brandy they poured out so free
And 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 this doom

And it's when I am weary and think of Lang Syne
When I was a miner and worked in the mine
Oh the tears they do trickle and down they do fall
Like the roses that bloom around bonnie Woodha'

(Trad. arr. The Whisky Priests)

© 1988 Whippet Records

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