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| THE EVENING sun’s gaen down the west, | |
| The birds sit nodding on the tree; | |
| All nature now prepares for rest, | |
| But rest prepared there’s none for me. | |
| The trumpet sounds to war’s alarms, | 5 |
| The drums they beat, the fifes they play,— | |
| Come, Mary, cheer me wi’ thy charms, | |
| For the morn I will be far away. | |
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| Good night, and joy—good night, and joy, | |
| Good night, and joy be wi’ you a’; | 10 |
| For since it’s so that I must go, | |
| Good night, and joy be wi’ you a’! | |
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| I grieve to leave my comrades dear, | |
| I mourn to leave my native shore; | |
| To leave my agèd parents here, | 15 |
| And the bonnie lass whom I adore. | |
| But tender thoughts maun now be hushed, | |
| When danger calls I must obey, | |
| The transport waits us on the coast, | |
And the morn I will be far away.
Good night, and joy, etc. | 20 |
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| Adieu, dear Scotia’s sea-beat coast! | |
| Though bleak and drear thy mountains be, | |
| When on the heaving ocean tost | |
| I’ll cast a wishful look to thee! | |
| And now, dear Mary, fare thee well, | 25 |
| May Providence thy guardian be! | |
| Or in the camp, or on the field, | |
| I’ll heave a sigh, and think on thee! | |
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| Good night, and joy—good night, and joy, | |
| Good night, and joy be wi’ you a’; | 30 |
| For since it’s so that I must go, | |
| Good night, and joy be wi’ you a’! | |
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