Sound the pibroch loud and high
Frae John o’ Groats tae Isle o’ Skye
Let every clan their slogan cry
Rise and follow Charlie
Chorus.
Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Rise and follow Charlie.
See that small devoted band
By dark Loch Shiel they’ve made their stand
And bravely vowed wi’ heart and hand
To rise and follow Charlie.
From every hill and every glen
Are gatherin’ fast the loyal men
They grasp their dirks and shout again
Hurrah for Royal Charlie.
On dark Culloden’s field of gore
Hark they shout Claymore, Claymore
They bravely fight what can they more
They die for Royal Charlie.
No more we’ll see such deeds again
Deserted is each Highland glen
And lonely cairns are o’er the men
Wha’ fought and died for Charlie