Classic Poem

MY soger laddie is over the sea,
And he will bring gold and money to me;
And when he comes hame, he 'll make me a lady:
My blessing gang with my soger laddie.

My doughty laddie is handsome and brave,
And can as a soger and lover behave;
True to his country, to love he is steady,
There 's few to compare with my soger laddie.

Shield him, ye angels, frae death in alarms,
Return him with laurels to my langing arms;
Syne frae all my care ye 'll pleasantly free me,
When back to my wishes my soger ye gi'e me.

O! soon may his honours bloom fair on his brow,
As quickly they must if he get his due;
For in noble actions his courage is ready,
Which makes me delight in my soger laddie.