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[O! blest day, when war will cease]

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Air—Lewie Gordon.

O! blest day, when war will cease,
While love strays with gentle peace;
And the warrior sees, once more,
His fond Maid and native shore.

Chorus.

Heavens! O shield my Highland Youth,
Guard him till the battle's o'er;
Mary then his toils will soothe,
And Donald will not leave her more.
In the doubtful strife of arms,
Shield my soul from wild alarms;
Let my thoughts of Donald be,
That he lives, and lives for me.
Heavens! O shield, &c.
When he comes, be thou my breast,
The fond pillow of his rest;
Nestle him when war is o'er,
'Mong the braes of sweet Strathmore.
Heavens! O shield, &c.