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 I were free at liberty,

and all things at my will,

Over the sea I soon would be,

for I vow I love him still

And Charlie, &c.

And now my song is ended,

of the young Chevalier,

How Charlie he came to this town,

and got a volunteer.

O Charlie he's my darling,

My darling, my darling,

O Charlie he's my darling,

The young Chevalier.

 

O! See that form that faintly gleams,

It's Oscar come to chear my dreams,

On wings of wind he flies away;

O! stay my lovely Oscar, stay,

Wake Ossian, last of Fingal's line;

And mix thy tears and sighs with mine:

Awake the harp to doleful lays,

And sooth my soul with Oscar's praise.

 

not yet day, it' not yet day,

then why should we leave good liquor,