| Sound the pibroch loud and high
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| From John O’Groats to Isle of Skye!
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| Let all the Clans their Slogan cry
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| And rise and follow Charlie!
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| See a small devoted band
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| By dark Loch Shiel have ta’en their stand
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| And proudly vow wi' heart and hand
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| To fight for Royal Charlie!
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| The White Rose blossoms forth again
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| Deep in the sheltered Highland glens
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| And soon we’ll hear the cry we ken
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| Tae rise! |
| And fight for
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| Frae every hill and every glen
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| Are gatherin' fast the loyal men
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| They grasp their dirks and shout again
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| Unite for Royal Charlie!
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| No more we’ll see such deeds again
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| Deserted is each Highland glen
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| And lonely cairns are o’er the men
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| Who fought and died for Charlie!
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| The White Rose blossoms forth again
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| Deep in the sheltered Highland glens
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| And soon we’ll hear the cry we ken
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| Tae rise! |
| And fight for
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| The tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
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| Now on the barren heath they lie
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| Their funeral dirge the eagle cry
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| And mountain breezes o’er them sigh
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| Who fought and died for Charlie.
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| The White Rose blossoms forth again
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| Deep in the sheltered Highland glens
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| And soon we’ll hear the cry we ken
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| Tae rise! |
| And fight for |