Cam’ ye by Athol, lad wi’ the philabeg
Down by the Tummel, or banks of the Garry?
Saw ye the lads, wi’ their bonnets an’ white cockades
Leaving their mountains to follow Prince Charlie
Follow thee, follow thee, wha wadna follow thee?
Long has thou lov’d an’ trusted us fairly!
Charlie, Charlie, wha wadna follow thee?
King o’ the Highland hearts, bonnie Charlie
I have but ae son, my gallant young Donald;
But if I had ten, they should follow Glengarry;
Health to MacDonald and gallant Chan Ronald
For these are the men that will die for their Charlie
I’ll go to Lochiel, and Appin, and kneel to them;
Down by Lord Murray and Roy of Kildarlie;
Brave Mackintosh, he shall fly to the field wi’ them;
These are the lads I can trust wi’ my Charlie
Down by thro’ the Lowlands, down wi’ the whigamore
Loyal true Highlanders, down wi’ them rarely;
Ronald and Donald drive on wi’ the braid claymore
Over the necks o’ the foes o’ Prince Charlie