Charlie is My Darlin'
Charlie is my darlin, my darlin, my darlin,
Charlie is my darlin, the young Chevalier.
Twas on a Monday mornin
Right early in the year
When Charlie came to our town
The Young Chevalier.
As he cam' marchin' up the street
The pipes played loud and clear
And a' the folk cam' rinnin' out
To meet the Chevalier.
Wi' highland bonnets on their heads
And claymores bright and clear
They cam' to fight for Scotland's right
And for the Chevalier.
They've left their bonnie highland hills
Their wives and bairnies dear
To draw the sword for Scotland's lord
The young Chevalier.
Oh, there were mony beating hearts
And mony a hope and fear
And mony were the pray'rs put up
For the young Chevalier.
Lyrics by James Hogg and Carolina, Lady Nairne.