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 It's up the rosy mountain,

let them say what they will,

And if we dare not milk the cow,

we will be milking still.

And Charlie, &c.

O Charlie he's a handsome youth,

for him I'll leave my Dad,

He is a jewel in mine,

my bonny highland lad.

And Charlie, &c.

And in her best herself she drest,

most comonly to be seen;

And for to meet her own true-love

she's gone to Aberdeen.

And Charlie, &c.

But when she came to Aberdeen,

this bonny lowland lass,

There she found that her true-love,

was gone to Inverness.

And Charlie, &c.

But when she came Inverness,

she curs'd the day and hour,

That her true love was forc'd to flee,

and leave Culoden-moor,

And Charlie, &c.

Now he is gone and left me,

I'm forc'd to lie alone;

I'll never have another lad,

till my true-love comes home.

And Charlie, &c.