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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

In Thirteen-Twenty Scotland said,
Should England dare our soil to tread,
The blood will flow in rivers red,
Before capitulation.
No more will Scotland bow the knee,
To foreign prince who e're he be,
For come what may we'll aye be free,
From English domination.

Highland Fairy Lullaby

Traditional
This song is based on an old Celtic belief that an unattended baby would be stolen away by the "wee folk", the fairies. Sometimes a changeling - a supernatural being in human form - would be left in its place.


I left my baby lying here,
Lying here, lying here

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love will ne-er meet again (alternate: Where me and my true love were ever lak/wont to gae)
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomon'.
Chorus:
O ye’ll tak’ the high road, and I'll tak' the low road
And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye
For me and my true love will ne-er meet again

Sae rantingly, sae wantonly
Sae dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune and he danced it aroon'
Alow the gallows tree

Fareweel, ye dungeons dark and strang
Fareweel, fareweel, said he
MacPherson's time will no' be lang

Farewell to all our Scottish fame,
Farewell our ancient glory!
Farewell even to the Scottish name.
So famed in martial story!
Now Sark runs over Solway sands,
And Tweed runs to the ocean,
To mark where England’s province stands -
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

* Skye Boat Song

Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on a wing,
Onward, the sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea tae skye

Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,

Doon by Stirling Brig,
The Wallace lay a-hiding,
As the English host,
Frae the sooth cam riding,
Lood the River Forth,
Atween them baith was roaring,
Nerra were the sides,
O' the Brig o' Stirling.

Verse 1:
Midsummers eve, thirteen fourteen
Two armies draw up on the green
The stoutest force that e'er was seen
Around the Bannock water
To crush the Scots was Edward's boast
And rule the land from coast to coast
Let Scotsmen quail before his host

Noo, wha the de'il hae we gotten for a king
But a wee bit German lairdie
When we cam to bring him hame
He was delvin' in his yairdie
Sheughin' kail an' layin' leeks
But the hose an' but the breeks
An' up his beggar duds he cleeks
This wee bit German lairdie