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By LOUISE VON WETTER.
Sodger lad, O sodger lad, The dawn will see ye marchin'— The nicht drag's on—its dark is out Wi' searchlichts, shiftin', archin'. Sodger lad, O sodger lad, D'ye mind our Summer meetin'? And noo, ye'll gang. The heather's dead ... I canna keep frae greetin'. Sodger lad, my sodger lad— D'ye mind, my time is nearin'? Alone—alone—wi'out yer hand! How shall I keep frae fearin'? Sodger lad, O sodger lad, Far, far awa' ye're goin'— I'll not dare count the leagues an' days— Gude God! The cocks are crowin'! Sodger lad, my luve, my dear, Awake! The morn is grayin'! E'en tho' my heart drags, sick wi' dread, I wouldna have ye stayin'.