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| THE NEWS frae Moidart cam’ yestreen, | |
| Will soon gar mony ferlie; | |
| For ships o’ war hae just come in, | |
| And landit Royal Charlie. | |
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| Come thro’ the heather, around him gather, | 5 |
| Ye’re a’ the welcomer early; | |
| Around him cling wi’ a’ your kin; | |
| For wha’ll be king but Charlie? | |
| Come thro’ the heather, around him gather, | |
| Come Ronald, come Donald, come a’ thegither | 10 |
| And crown your rightfu’, lawfu’ king! | |
| For wha’ll be king but Charlie? | |
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| The Hieland clans, wi’ sword in hand, | |
| Frae John o’ Groats to Airlie, | |
| Hae to a man declared to stand | 15 |
| Or fa’ wi’ Royal Charlie. | |
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| The Lowlands a’, baith great and sma’, | |
| Wi’ mony a lord and laird, hae | |
| Declar’d for Scotia’s king an’ law, | |
| An’ speir ye wha but Charlie. | 20 |
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| There’s ne’er a lass in a’ the lan’, | |
| But vows baith late and early, | |
| She’ll ne’er to man gie heart or han’, | |
| Wha wadna fecht for Charlie. | |
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| Then here’s a health to Charlie’s cause, | 25 |
| And be’t complete an’ early; | |
| His very name our heart’s blood warms; | |
| To arms for Royal Charlie! | |
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| Come thro’ the heather, around him gather, | |
| Ye’re a’ the welcomer early; | 30 |
| Around him cling wi’ a’ your kin; | |
| For wha’ll be king but Charlie? | |
| Come thro’ the heather, around him gather, | |
| Come Ronald, come Donald, come a’ thegither, | |
| And crown your rightfu’, lawfu’ king! | 35 |
| For wha’ll be king but Charlie? | |
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