<h2> THE BONNIE PRINCE O' SPRING </h2>
<p>The little green soldiers are here at last,<br/>
With their waving blades and spears;<br/>
And across the hills they are marching fast<br/>
With the drill of a thousand years:<br/>
And I wave afar, and I shout, Hurrah!<br/>
Till I hear their echoing cheers.<br/>
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A bonnie prince is at their head,<br/>
And his love the legions know:<br/>
For he gives them rest where the twigs are red<br/>
At the hedges cool in a row:<br/>
And afoot are they soon to a birdlike tune<br/>
On the northward march to go.<br/>
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Oh, I am leal to the marching men,<br/>
To my bonnie Prince I'm true;<br/>
For he tells me the way to his tented glen,<br/>
And the secret password too:<br/>
And he sets in my hair a blossom to wear,<br/>
Like his own good horsemen do.<br/>
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Then I will follow on all the day<br/>
Where the bonnie Prince has led,<br/>
Till we drive the Winter foeman away<br/>
And throne my Prince instead:<br/>
And sing willaloo! With the birds, willaloo!<br/>
For the Winter King is dead.<br/></p>
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