Charlie is My Darling.
Arranged by John S. Macgregor.
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Oh! Charlie is my darling, my darling,
Oh! Charlie is my darling, The young Chevalier.
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‘Twas on a monday morning,
Right early in the year,
When Charlie came to our town.
The young Chevalier.
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Oh! Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling,
Oh! Charlie is my darling, The young Chevalier.
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As he came marching up the street,
The pipes play’d loud and clear;
And a’ the folks came running out
To meet the Chevalier.
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Oh! Charlie, &c.
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Wi’ Hieland bonnets on their heads,
And claymores bright and clear;
they came to fight for Scotland’s right
And the young Chevalier.
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Oh! Charlie, &c.
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They’ve left their bonny Hieland hills,
Their wives and bairnies dear;
To draw the sword for Scotland’s lord,
The young Chevalier.
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Oh! Charlie, &c.
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Oh! there were mony beating hearts,
And mony hopes and fears;
And mony were the pray’rs put up
For the prince o’ Chevaliers.
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Oh! Charlie, &c.
