TROOPER AND THE MAID A soldier lad came here last night With riding he was weary A soldier lad came here last night And the moon was shining clearly Bonnie lassie, I'll lie near ye yet Bonnie lassie, I'll lie near ye And I'll gar all your ribbons reel In the morning eer I leave ye She's taken his good horse by the head And led him to the stable She's given him corn and hay to eat As muckle as he was able She's taken the trooper by the hand And led him to her chamber She's given him a stoop of the wine to drink And his love it flared like tinder She's made her bed both broad and long She's made it like a lady She's taken her nitegown over her head Saying soldier are you ready He's taken off his belted coat Likewise his hat and feather He's leaned his sword against the door And now he's down aside her They had not been in bed an hour An hour but scarce a quarter When the drums came sounding up the street And ilka beat was shorter Its up, up, up, our colonel cried It's up, up, up and away, then It's up, up, up, our colonel cried The morn's our battle day then She's taken her coatie over her head She's followed him up to Stirling She grew so full that she couldn't bow And he left her in Dunferline It's when will you come back again My own dear soldier laddie When will you come back again And be your bairnie's daddy Oh, hold your tongue my bonnie wee lass Never let this parting grieve thee When heather cows grow oxen bows Bonnie lassie I'll come and see ye sung by Jean Redpath on Father Adam, Ewan MacColl on Classic Scots Ballads, and Thoedore Bikel on Folksinger's Choice Child #299 @ballad @love filename[ TROOPRMD play.exe TROOPRMD SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===