There cam a wee boatie owre the sea, Wi' the winds an' waves it strove sairlie; But oh! it brought great joy to me, For wha was there but Prince Charlie. The wind was hie, and unco chill, An' a' things luiket barely; But oh! we come with right good-will, To welcome bonnie Charlie. Wae's me, puir lad, yere thinly clad, The waves yere fair hair weeting; We'll row ye in a tartan plaid, An' gie ye Scotland's greeting. Tho' wild an' bleak the prospect round, We'll cheer yere heart, dear Charlie; Ye're landed now on Scottish grund, Wi' them wha lo'e ye dearly. O lang we've prayed to see this day; True hearts they maist were breaking; Now clouds an' storms will flee away, Young hope again is waking. We'll sound the Gathering, lang an' loud, Your friends will greet ye fairlie; Tho' now they're few, their hearts are true, They'll live or die for Charlie.