The drum has beat the General,
Now Sandy maun awa,
But first he gaes the lasses roun
To bid God bless them a'!

Down smirking Sally's dimpl'd cheek
The tear begins to fa:
''O! Sandy, I am wae to think
That ye maun leave us a'.''

Poor Maggy sighs, and sings the sang
He lik'd the best of a',
And hopes by that to ease her heart
When Sandy's far awa.

Alak! poor silly maiden,
Your skill in love's but sma;
We shouldna think o' auld langsyne
When sweethearts are awa.

In blithsome Nancy's open heart
His looks hae made a flaw;
An' yet she vows the men a' loons,
And Sandy warst of a'.

Now Jenny she affects to scorn,
And sneers at their ill--fa;
She reckons a' the warld thinks
She likes him best of a'.

At gentle Kitty's weel--kenn'd door
He ca'd the last of a';
Because his heart bade him say mair
To her than to them a':

My gentle Kate, gin ye'll prove true,
I'll slight the lasses a';
On thee alane I'll swear to think
When I am far awa.

Now Sandy's ta'en his bonnet off,
An' waves fareweel to a';
And cries, ''Await till I come back,
An' I will kiss ye a'.''