The Battle Of Waterloo - Old Blind Dogs

Spring comes to Kirrie, all the world’s in bloom

Winter is forgiven now, fooled by April’s broom

Kirrie, oh Kirrie, you were aye my hame

'Til Napoleon’s bloody cannon hit their aim

Jeanie, oh Jeanie, I am surely done

Stricken down in battle at the mooth o' Boney’s guns

Jeanie, oh Jeanie, aye sae dear tae me

Let me hold you in my mind afore I dee

For the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees

And the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves

As winter begins aye mind Boney, it wasn’t only you

Who was broken on the field of Waterloo

Surgeon, oh surgeon, leave me wi' my pain

Save your knife for others who will surely rise again

Surgeon, oh surgeon, leave my blood to pour

Let it drain into the bitter clay once more

Daughter, oh daughter, listen dear tae me

Never wed a sodger, or a widow you will be

Daughter, oh daughter, curse your lad to die

'Ere he catches the recruitin' sergeant’s eye

Boney, oh Boney, war was aye your game

Bloody field your table, cannon yours to aim

Boney, oh Boney, we aye lived the same

Drillin' laddies not to fear the muskets' flame