| Oh my love has left me with bairnes twa
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| And that’s the last of him I ever saw
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| He’s joined the army and marched to war
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| He took the shilling
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| He took the shilling and he’s off to war
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| Come laddies come, hear the cannons roar
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| Take the King’s shilling and you’re off to war
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| Well did he look as he marched along
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| With his kilt and sporran and his musket gun
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| And the ladies tipped him as he marched along
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| He sailed out by
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| He sailed out by the Broomielaw
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| The pipes did play as he marched along
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| And the soldiers sang out a battle song
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| «March on, march on,» cried the Captain gay
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| And for King and country
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| For King and country we will fight today
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| Come laddies come, hear the cannons roar
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| Take the King’s shilling and we’re off to war
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| The battle rattled to the sound of guns
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| And the bayonets flashed in the morning sun
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| The drums did beat and the cannons roared
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| And the shilling didn’t seem
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| The shilling didn’t seem much worth the war
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| Come laddies come, hear the cannons roar
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| Take the King’s shilling and we’re off to war
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| Well the men they fought and the men did fall
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| Cut down by bayonets and musket ball
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| And many of these brave young men
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| Would never fight for
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| Would never fight for the King again
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| Come laddies come, hear the cannons roar
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| Take the King’s shilling and we’re off to war
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| Come laddies come, hear the cannons roar
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| Take the King’s shilling and you’ll die in war |