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| I ’VE wandered east and west, | |
| And a soldier I ha’e been; | |
| The scars upon my breast | |
| Tell the wars that I have seen. | |
| But now I ’m old and worn, | 5 |
| And my locks are thinly spread, | |
| And I ’m come to die in peace | |
| By the Gareloch Head. | |
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| When I was young and strong, | |
| Oft a wandering I would go | 10 |
| By the rough shores of Loch Long, | |
| Up to lone Glencroe. | |
| But now I ’m fain to rest, | |
| And my resting-place I ’ve made | |
| On the green and gentle bosom | 15 |
| Of the Gareloch Head. | |
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| ’T was here my Jeanie grew, | |
| Like a lamb amid the flocks, | |
| With her eyes of bonnie blue, | |
| And her gowden locks. | 20 |
| And here we often met, | |
| When with lightsome foot we sped | |
| O’er the green and grassy knolls | |
| At the Gareloch Head. | |
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| ’T was here she pined and died,— | 25 |
| O, the salt tear in my ee | |
| Forbids my heart to hide | |
| What Jeanie was to me! | |
| ’T was here my Jeanie died, | |
| And they scooped her lowly bed | 30 |
| ’Neath the green and grassy turf | |
| At the Gareloch Head. | |
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| Like a leaf in leafy June | |
| From the leafy forest torn, | |
| She fell, and I ’ll fall soon, | 35 |
| Like a sheaf of yellow corn. | |
| For I ’m sere and weary now, | |
| And I soon shall make my bed | |
| With my Jeanie, ’neath the turf | |
| At the Gareloch Head. | 40 |
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