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By Calder's clear valley, by Calder's clear stream
Where I and my Annie together were seen
Days they passed swiftly and happy were we
It is little she thought that a soldier I'd be
On the twentieth of August our regiment was lost
When a shot from the enemy, our line came across
Struck me on the forehead, the blood it run 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 brought me the water and the whiskey so free
And they turned me all over my wounds 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 stews
But if fortune smile on me and back I return
I will sport with you, Annie, by Calder's clear burn
For it's when that I am weary and I think on 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