Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Charlie is my Darling
Charlie Is My Darling.
Chorus.
O! Charlie is my darling,
My darling, my darling;
O! Charlie is my darling,
The young chevalier.
My darling, my darling;
O! Charlie is my darling,
The young chevalier.
'Twas on a Monday morning,
Right early in the year,
When Charlie came to our town,
The young chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
Right early in the year,
When Charlie came to our town,
The young chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
As he came marching up the street,
The pipes played loud and clear,
And a' the folk came running out
To meet the chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
The pipes played loud and clear,
And a' the folk came running out
To meet the chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
Wi' Highland bonnets on their heads,
And claymores bright and clear,
They came to fight for Scotland's right,
And the young chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
And claymores bright and clear,
They came to fight for Scotland's right,
And the young chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
They've left their bonnie Highland hills,
Their wives and bairnies dear,
To draw the sword for Scotland's lord,
The young chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
Their wives and bairnies dear,
To draw the sword for Scotland's lord,
The young chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
O! there were monie beating hearts,
And monie hopes and fears;
And monie were the prayers put up
For the young chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
And monie hopes and fears;
And monie were the prayers put up
For the young chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.