The news from Moidart come yestreen
Would soon gar mony ferlie
For ships o' war had just come in
And landed royal Chairlie
Come through the heather, around him gather
You're all the welcomer early
Around him cling, wi' all your kin
For wha'll be king, but Chairlie?
The Highland clans, wi' sword in hand
Frae John o' Groats tae Airlie
Up tae a man declared to stand
Or fall for royal Chairlie
Come through the heather, around him gather
You're all the welcomer early
Around him cling, wi' all your kin
For wha'll be king, but Chairlie?
Our lowlands are baith great and small
When many's a Lord and laird
He declared for Scotia's King and all
And wha'd you think, but Chairlie?
Come through the heather, around him gather
You're all the welcomer early
Around him cling, wi' all your kin
For wha'll be king, but Chairlie?
There's nair a lass in a' the land
But vows baith late and early
To man, she'll ne'er gie heart or han'
Wha wadna fight for Chairlie
Come through the heather, around him gather
You're all the welcomer early
Around him cling, wi' all your kin
For wha'll be king, but Chairlie?
And here's a health tae Chairlie's cause
An' be't complete and early
His very name oor heart's blood warms
It was for royal Chairlie
Come through the heather, around him gather
You're all the welcomer early
Around him cling, wi' all your kin
For wha'll be king, but Chairlie?
Come through the heather, aroond him gather
Come Ronald, come Donald, come a' th' gethir
And crown him rightful, lawful king
For wha'll be king, but Chairlie?