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Rh Who, his base life to save, Would trailer-likdegrade her? our hallowed cause, our home and laws, Gainst tyrant power sustaining, We’ll gain a crown of bright renown, Or die our rights maintaining. March to the battle field, &e.

Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling, O, Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier. ’Twas on a monday morning, right early in the year, When Charlie came to our town, the young Chevalier. 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. O, Charlie is my darling, &c. Wi’ Highland bonnets on their heads, and claymores bright and clar; They came to fight for Scotland’s right, and the young Chevalier. They’ve left their bonny Highland hill, their wives and bairnies dear; To draw the sword for Scotland’s lord, the young Chevalier. O, Charlie is my darling, &c.