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 Napoleon's bloody cannon hit their aim Jeanie, oh Jeanie, I am surely done Stricken down in battle at the mooth o' Boney's guns Jeanie, oh Jeanie, aye sae dear tae me Let me hold you in my mind afore I dee Chorus: 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 mind Boney, it wasn't only you Who was broken on the fields of Waterloo Surgeon, oh surgeon, leave me tae my pain Save your knife for others who will surely rise again Surgeon, oh surgeon, leave my blood to pour Let it drain into the bitter clay once more (Chorus) Daughter, oh daughter, listen dear tae me Never wed a sodger or a widow you will be Daughter, oh daughter, curse your lad to die 'Ere he catches the recruitin' sergeant's eye (Chorus) Boney, oh Boney, war was aye your game Bloody field your table, cannon yours to aim Boney, oh Boney, we aye lived the same Drillin' laddies not to fear the muskets' flame (Chorus 2x)