Lyrics The Yellow Locks of Charlie - Cnoc An Tursa

The Yellow Locks of Charlie

The gathering clans, ‘mong Scotia’s glens,
Wi' martial steps are bounding.
And loud and lang, the wilds amang
The war pipe’s strains are sounding.
The sky and stream reflect the gleam
Of broadswords glancing rarely.
To guard till death the hills of heath
Against the foes o' Charlie.
While banners wave aboon the brave
Our foemen vainly gather.
And swear to claim, by deeds o' fame,
Our hills and glens o' heather.
For seas shall swell to wild and fell,
And crown green Appin fairly.
Ere hearts so steel’d to foemen yield
The right o' royal Charlie.
Then wake mair loud the pibroch proud.
And let the mountains hoary
Re-echo round the warlike sound
That speaks of Highland glory.
For strains sublime, through future time,
Shall tell the tale unsparely.
How Scotland’s crown was placed aboon
The yellow locks o' Charlie.
While banners wave aboon the brave
Our foemen vainly gather.
And swear to claim, by deeds o' fame,
Our hills and glens o' heather.
For seas shall swell to wild and fell,
And crown green Appin fairly.
Ere hearts so steel’d to foemen yield
The right o' royal Charlie.
While banners wave aboon the brave
And swear to claim, by deeds o' fame,
For seas shall swell to wild and fell,
Ere hearts so steel’d to foemen yield!
Then let on high the banners fly,
And hearts and hands rise prouder.
And wake amain the warlike strain
Still louder
For we ha’e sworn, ere dawn the morn
O’er Appin’s mountains early,
Auld Scotland’s crown shall nod aboon
The yellow locks o' Charlie.