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 An Charlie he’s my darling,

My darling, my darling,

Charlie he’s my darling,

The young Chevalier.

As he was walking up the street,

The city for to view,

Othere he spied a bonny lass

The window looking thro’.

An’ Charlie, &c

Sae light’s he jumped up the stair,

And tirled at the pin

And wha se ready as hersel,

To let the laddie in.

An’ Charlie &c.

He set his Jenny on his knee,

All in the Highland dress;

For trawlie well he ken’d the way

Te pleate a bonny lass,

An’ Charlie, &c

Its up yon heathery mountain,

And down yon scroggy glen,

We daur nae gang a milking,

For Charlie and his men,

An’ Charlie &c.