Susanna Blamire Poems
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Old Harry’s Return
The wars are all o'er and my Harry's at hame,
What else can I want now I've got him again!
Yet I kenna how 'tis, for I laugh and I cry,
And I sigh, and I sab, yet it maun be for joy;
My Harry he smiles, and he wipes aff the tear,
An' I'm doubtfu' again gin it can be he's here,
Till he takes wee bit Janet to sit on his knee,
And ca's her his dawty, for oh! she's like me.
Then the neighbours come in and they welcome him hame,
And I fa' a greeting, though much I think shame;
Then I steal ben the house while they talk o' the war,
For I turn cauld as death when ...
Tis For Glory We Fight.
Come join us, brave countrymen, now is the time
For Englishmen's courage and valour to shine;
O come, take up arms, 'tis for glory we fight,
To punish our foes and our freedom to right.
If a soldier in battle should happen to fall,
He's lov'd, he's lamented, he's honoured by all;
Or if he by chance leave a limb in the field
There's Chelsea and pension misfortune to shield.