.Spring comes to Kirrie, all the world's in bloom
Winter is forgiven now, fooled by April's broom
Kirrie, oh Kirrie, you were aye my hame
'Til Napolean's bloody cannons took their aim
Jenny, oh Jenny, I am surely done
Stricken down in battle at the moth o' Napoleon's gu.
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