Doun by yon green bushes by Calder's clear stream Whaur me an my Annie oftimes we hae been The hours swiftly passed an happy were we It was little she thocht that a sodger A'd be Sae fare thee weill, Annie, for A must away My country calls on me an A must obey But if heaven protects me an A dae return A will sport wi my Annie by Calder's clear burn On the 20th of August our regiment was lost An a shot from the enemy our lines came across Struck me in the foreheid an the blude it ran doun An A reeled an A staggered an fell tae the ground Come here cries the captain come here wi great speed For A fear by yon bullet Young Dunsmore's near deid They caad for the whisky an the water sae free An they turnt me all over my wounds for to see If my Annie was here, she would bind up my wounds One kiss from her sweet mouth would staunch aa the stounds But if heaven protects me an I do return A will sport wi you Annie by Calder's clear burn An it's when A am weary an think on langsyne When A was a young man an warked doun the mine The tears start tae trickle an doun they do faa Like the dew on the gowans in Bonnie Woodhaa