Full Lyrics
Cam’ ye by Athol, lad wi’ the philabeg,
Down by the Tummel, or banks o’ the Garry?
Saw ye the lads, wi’ their bonnets an’ white cockades
Leaving their mountains to follow Prince Charlie.
Follow ye, follow ye, whae wadnae follow ye?
Lang hae ye lo’ed an’ trusted us fairly,
Charlie, Charlie, whae wadnae follow thee!
King o’ the Hieland hearts, Bonnie Prince Charlie.
I hae but ae son my gallant young Donald,
But if had I ten, they would follow Glengarry;
Health to MacDonald and, gallant Clan Ronald,
For they are the men that would die for their Charlie.
I’ll to Lochiel, and Appin, and kneel to them;
Down by Lord Murray, and Roy o’ Kildarlie;
Brave MackIntosh he shall fly to the field wi’ them;
They are the lads I can trust wi’ my Charlie.
Down thro’ the Lowlands, down wi’ the Whigamore,
Loyal true Higlanders, down wi’ them rarely!
Ronald and Donald drive on wi’ the brave claymore,
Over the necks of the foes o’ Prince Charlie.
