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I gather this was a poem? Then put the song? At any rate I been listening to Henri's notions. I love the female vocalist and I love their musicality. This caught my ear so to speak. Just an upbeat song. The cords are simple D G A that's it should be obvious from the video I hope. There could've been all kinds of instrumentals I suppose but just getting through the words without fumbling is not easy. There's an older English version as well this is the modern version.

My guitars to halfstep slower.



When wild War's deadly blast was blown,
And gentle Peace returning,
With many a sweet babE fatherless
And many a widow mourning,
I left the lines and tented field,
Where long I d been a lodger,
My humble knapsack all my wealth,
A poor and honest soldier.

A LEAL, light heart was in my breast,
My hand unstained with plunder,
And for fair Scotia, home again,
I cheery on did wander:
I thought upon the banks of Coil,
I thought upon my Nancy,
And always MINDED the witching smile
That caught my youthful fancy






At length I reached the bonnieglen,
Where early life I sported.
I passed the mill and trysting thorn,
Where Nancy often I courted.
what spied I but my own dear maid,
Down by her mother's dwelling,
And turned me round to hide the flood
That in my eyes was swelling!

With altered voice, said I:- ' Sweet lass,
Sweet as yonder hawthorn's blossom,
O, happy, happy may he be,
That is dearest to your bosom!
My purse is light, I ve far to go,
And fain would be your lodger;
I have served my king and country long -
Take pity on a soldier.'

So wistfully she gazed on me,
And was lovelier than ever.
Said she:- ' A soldier once I loved,
Forget him shall I never.
Our humble cott, and homely fare,
You freely shall partake it;
That gallant badge - the dear cockade -
You are welcome for the sake of it!'

She gazed, she reddened like a rose,
Then, pale like any lily,
She sank within my arms, and cried:-
' Art thou my own dear Willie?'
' By Him who made yonder sun and sky,
By whom true love s regarded,
I am the man! And thus may still
True lovers be rewarded!

' The wars are o er and I m come home,
And find me still true-hearted.
Though poor in gear we re rich in love,
And more, well nair be parted.'
Said she:- ' My grandfather left me gold,
A maiden plenishd fairly!
And come my faithful soldier lad,
Thou art welcome to it dearly!'

For gold the merchant ploughs the main,
The farmer ploughs the manor;
But glory is the soldier's prize,
The soldier's wealth is honour!
The brave poor soldier nair despise,
Nor count him as a stranger:
Remember he is his country's stay
In day and hour of danger.