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Woe be to the orders that took my love away |
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And woe be to the cruel cause that bid my tears to fall |
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Woe be to the bloody wars of high Germany |
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They have taken my love and left a broken heart to me |
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The drum beat in the morning before the break of day |
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And the small wee fife played loud and clear while yet the morn was gray |
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And I the bonny flag unfurled, 'twas a gallant sight to see |
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Woe to me, my soldier lad was marched to Germany |
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Long, long is the traveling to the bonny pier of Leith |
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And bleak it was to gang there with a snowstorm in your teeth |
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And aye, the wind blew sharp and strong, and a tear rose in my eyne |
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I gang there to see my love embark for Germany |
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As I gazed over the cruel, cruel sea for as long as could be seen |
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The wee small sails upon the ship my own true love was in |
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And aye, the wind blew sharp and strong, and the ship sailed speedily |
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Cruel the raging wars have torn my bonny boy from me |
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Woe be to the orders that took my love away |
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And woe be to the cruel cause that bid my tears to fall |
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Woe be to the bloody wars of high Germany |
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They have taken my love and left a broken heart to me |
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