My Luve's in Germanie
H. MacNeil
My luve's in Germanie, Send him hame, send him hame,
My luve's in Germanie, Send him hame.
My luve's in Germanie, Fighting brave for royalty;
He may ne'er his Jeannie see; Send him hame, send him hame;
He may ne'er his Jeannie see, send him hame.
He's brave as brave can be, Send him hame, Send him hame,
He's brave as brave can be, send him hame.
He's brave as brave can be, he wad rather fa' than flee,
But his life is dear to me, Send him hame, Send him hame.
But his life is dear to me, send him hame.
Our faes are ten to three, send him hame, send him hame,
Our faes are ten to three, send him hame.
Our faes are ten to three, He maun either fa' or flee;
In the cause o' loyalty, Send him hame, send him hame.
In the cause o' loyalty, send him hame.
Your love ne'er learnt to flee, bonny dame, winsome dame,
Your love ne'er learnt to flee winsome dame.
Your love ne'er leamt to flee, But he fell in Germanie
Fighting brave for loyalty, mournfu' dame, mounrfu' dame,
Fighting brave for loyalty, mournfu' dame.
He'll ne'er come o'er the sea, Willie's slain, Willie's slain.
He'll ne'er come o'er the sea, Willie's gaen!
He'll ne'er come o'er the sea, To his love and ain countrie;
This world's nae mair for me, Willie's gane, Willie's gane,
This world's nae mair for me, Willie's gane!
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