Chorus...
There's no a lass in a' the land,
Chorus...
Then here's a health tae Chairlie's cause,
Come through the heather, around him gather,
Come through the heather, around him gather,
The news from Moidart cam yestreen,
Will soon gar mony ferlie
For ships o' war hae just come in,
And landed royal Chairlie.
Chorus: Come through the heather, around him gather,
You're a' the welcomer early,
Around him cling wi' a' your kin',
For wha'll be king but Chairlie.
The Highland clan wi' sword in hand,
Frae John o' Groats to Airlie,
Hae to a man declared to stand,
Or fa' wi' royal Chairlie .
But vows baith late and early,
To man she'll ne'er gie heart or han',
Wha wadna fight for Chairlie.
An' be't complete and early,
His very name our heart's blood warms,
To arms for royal Chairlie.
You're a' the welcomer early,
Around him cling wi' a' your kin,
For wha'll be king but Chairlie.
Come Ronald, come Donald, come a' th' gethir,
And crown him rightful, lawful king,
For wha'll be king but Chairlie .
14.November 1998 um 13:08