Charlie is my Darling. 
By Nairne, Lady Carolina. 


Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling,
Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier.

'Twas on a Monday morning,
Right early in the year,
When Charlie came to our toun,
The young Chevalier.

As he came marching up the street,
The pipes played loud and clear,
And a' the folk came running out
To meet the Chevalier.

Wi' Hieland bonnets on their heads,
And claymores bright and clear,
They came to fight for Scotland's right,
And the young Chevalier.

They've left their bonnie Hieland hills,
Their wives and bairnies dear,
To draw the sword for Scotland's lord,
The young Chevalier.

O, there were mony beating hearts,
And mony a hope and fear;
And mony were the pray'rs put up
For the young Chevalier.