| The man that should our king hae been
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| He wore the Royal red and green
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| A bonnier lad ye never seen
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| Than our young Royal Charlie
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| When Charlie in the heilan' sheil
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| Forgethered wi' the Great Lochiel
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| Oh sic' a kindness did prevail
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| 'Tween the Chief and Charlie
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| Charlie’s been too long awa'
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| And the eagle waits for the bugle’s call
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| But the spirit shines above us all
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| For the right belongs to Charlie
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| At Falkirk and Prestonpans
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| Supported by the heilan' clans
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| He brak the Hanoverian bands
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| Did our young royal Charlie
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| But we darenae brew a peck o' malt
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| But Geordie he maun ca’t a fault
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| And for our kale we scarce get salt
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| For want of Royal Charlie
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| Charlie’s been too long awa'
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| And the eagle waits for the bugle’s call
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| But the spirit shines above us all
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| For the right belongs to Charlie
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| Noo our Charlie’s gone awa'
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| A doited German rules us all
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| And we are forced against the law
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| For want of Royal Charlie
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| So Charlie come and lead the way
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| For others here now hold the sway
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| But every dog maun hae it’s day
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| So welcome Royal Charlie
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| Charlie’s been too long awa'
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| And the eagle waits for the bugle’s call
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| But the spirit shines above us all
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| For the right belongs to Charlie |