Live From The Focal Point Jim and Susie Malcolm Battle of Waterloo

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fantastic

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beautiful version

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Please sing this tonight at Irvine Folk Club. My favourite song. 👏👏👏

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fantastic!

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Or Mill O' Tiftys Annie. Love your music so much. 😁

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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 Till 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. Chorus (after each verse): 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.