Oh, wae be to the orders that marched my luve awa'
And wae be to the cruel cause that gars my tears to fa';
Oh, wae be to the bluidy wars in Hie Germanie
For they hae ta'en my luve and left a broken heart to
Me

The drums beat in the mornin' afore the scriech o' day
And the wee, wee fifes played loud and shrill, while
Yet the morn was gray;
The bonnie flags were a' unfurled, a gallant sight to
See
But wae's me for my sodger lad that marched to
Germanie

Oh lang, lang is the travel to the bonnie pier o'
Leith;
Oh dreich it is to gang wi' the snawdrift in the teeth!
And oh, the cauld wind froze the tear that gathered in
My e'e
When I gaed there to see my luve embark for Germanie