CAM YE BY ATHOL

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	Follow thee, follow thee, wha wadna follow thee                           

             	Lang hast thou loved and trusted us fairly                   

             	Chairlie, Chairlie, wha wadna follow thee

             	King o' the Highland hearts, bonnie Prince Chairlie                                         



Cam ye by Athol, lad wi' the philabeg

Down by the Tummel or banks o' the Garry

Saw ye our lads wi' the bonnets and white cockades                                   

Leavin' the mountains tae follow Prince Chairlie                                  



I hae but ae son, my gallant young Donald                                           

But if I had ten they should follow Glengarry                                   

Health to M'Donnell and gallant Clan-Ronald                                              

For these are the men that will die for their Chairlie                       



I'll to Lochiel and Appin and kneel tae them                      

Down by Lord Murray and Roy of Kildarlie

Brave M'Intosh, he shall fly to the field with them                                  

These are the lads I can trust wi' my Chairlie                                         



Down through the Lowlands, down wi' the Whigamores                                 

Loyal true Highlanders, down wi' them rarely                                    

Ronald and Donald, drive on wi' the broad claymore                                  

Over the necks of the foes of Prince Chairlie