by Jane Euphemia Saxby (1811 - 1898)

My laddie far away
Language: English 
Ye'll know him by his golden hair, 
  And by his voice so gay; 
Ye'll know him by his face so fair, 
  My laddie far away! 
Ye'll know him, for there's none so bright, 
  There's none so gay as he; 
I know not one that may compare, 
  My bonnie lad, with thee. 

Ye'll find him where the brave men stand, 
  On the dreadful battle day;
Ye'll raise for him your strong, true hand -- 
  My laddie far away.
Ye'll find him there, for none so brave,
  There's none so bold as he; 
I know that in the foremost fight
  My bonnie lad will be. 

Ye'll tell him that his mother's prayer
  Is his by night and day, 
Ye'll tell him that he's still her care, 
  My laddie far away! 
Ye'll tell him, for there's none so light, 
  So light of heart as he, 
I would that in his lightsome hours
  My lad might think of me. 

Ye'll bring him home when battle's past,
  So please kind Heaven, ye may; 
Ye'll bring him safely home at last,
  My laddie far away. 
Ye'll bring him, for I've none so dear, 
  I've none so dear as he, 
And till that day, I wait, I pray, 
  My bonnie lad to see.

Confirmed with The Thousand Best Songs in the World. Selected and arranged by E. W. Cole, London, Hutchinson & Co., 1892, page 179.


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