By Calder's clear valley by Calder's clear stream

Where I and my Annie together were seen

Days they past swiftly and happy were we

It is little she thought that a soldier I'd be

On the 20th of August our regiment was lost

When a shot from the enemy our line came across;

Struck me on the forehead the blood it ran down

I reeled and I staggered I fell to the ground

"Oh come here " cries the captain "come here with good speed

For I fear by a bullet young Dinsmore is dead "

They poured me the water and the whisky so free

And they turned me all over by brute for to see

If my Annie she were here she would bind up my wounds

One kiss from her sweet mouth would staunch all the stouns

But if fortune smile on me and back I return

I will sport with you Annie by Calder's clear dam

For it's wet and I am weary and I think of lang syne

When I was a young man and I worked down the mine

Tears they do trickle and down they do fall

Like the dew on the daisies in bonny Woodhall