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The wind comes frae the land I love,
 * It moves the flood fu' rarely;

Look for the lily on the lea,
 * And look for royal Charlie.

Ten thousand swords shall leave their sheaths
 * And smite fu' sharp and sairly,

And Gordon's might and Erskine's pride,
 * Shall live and die wi' Charlie.

The sun shines out—wide smiles the sea,
 * The lily blossoms rarely;

O yonder comes his gallant ship,
 * Thrice welcome, royal Charlie!

"Yes, yon's a good and gallant ship,
 * Wi' banners flaunting fairly;

But should it meet your darling prince,.
 * 'Twill feast the fish wi' Charlie.

Wide rustled she wi' silks in state,
 * And waved her white hand proudlie,

And drew a bright sword from the sheath,
 * And answered high and loudlie.