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 As he came marching up the street,

the pipes play'd loud and clear

And a’ the folk came running out,

to meet the Chevalier.

Wi’ Highland bonnets on theis heads,

and clamores bright and clear,

They came to fight for Scotland's right

And the young Chevalier,

They’ve left their bonnie Highland hills,

their Wives and bairnies dear,

To draw the sword for Scotland’s lord,

the young Chevalier.

O Charlie is my darling, &c.

The lass of patie’s mill,

sae bonnie blyth and gay,

In spite of all my skill

she stole my heart away,

When tedding making hay.

bare-headed on the green.

Love midst her locks did play,

And wanton’d in her een.