Mary Jane.

O're the hills beyond the Clyde, in the land of McLean
Lives the lass I made my bride, bonny Mary Jane
She has hair like golden mist and no other man has kissed
My sweet lass of Tobermory, bonnie Mary Jane
Oh the battle drums are beating and the bagpipes loudly ring
But above the roar of cannon I can hear her sing
Through the clinging mud and rain
Heedless of the cold and pain
I will live or die for you, my bonnie Mary Jane

Up and onward o'er the slope, comrades lie around me slain
But my heart is full of hope for my Mary Jane
I would fight a thousand men aye and fight them all again
Not for country, not for king but for my Mary Jane
There is burning all around me and the sky is all aflame
But when guns begin to rattle, I just hear her name
Though the powder burns my eyes
If I fall I'll surely rise
And come back again to Scotland and my Mary Jane

Now the battle field is still, just the splash of falling rain
There's a red mist o'er my eyes, bonnie Mary Jane
And as night begins to fall
I can't walk but I can crawl
And I'm coming back to you, my bonnie Mary Jame
And I'll see you in the summer when the gowans are in bloom
And we'll walk the hills together through the bonnie broom
Where the burn sings to the glen
I will kiss you once again
When I'm back with you in Scotland bonnie Mary Jane