We'll o'er the water to Charlie;

Come weal, come woe, we'll gather and go,

And live or die wi' Charlie.

I lo'e weel my Charlie's name,

Tho' some there be abhor him:
But O, to see auld Nick gaun hame,
And Charlie's faes before him!

I swear and vow by moon and stars,
And sun that shines so clearly,
If I had twenty thousand lives,

I'd die as aft for Charlie.

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THE HIGHLAND LADDIE

The bonniest lad that e'er I saw,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
Wore a plaid and was fu' braw,
Bonnie Highland laddie.
On his head a bonnet blue,

Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
His royal heart was firm and true,
Bonnie Highland laddie.

Trumpets sound and cannons roar,
Bonnie lassie, Lawland lassie,
And a' the hills wi' echoes roar,
Bonnie Lawland lassie.

Glory, Honour, now invite,

Bonnie lassie, Lawland lassie,

For Freedom and my King to fight,
Bonnie Lawland lassie.

The sun a backward course shall take,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,
Ere aught thy manly courage shake,
Bonnie Highland laddie.

Go, for yoursel procure renown,

Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,

And for your lawful King his crown,
Bonnie Highland laddie!

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Here's Kenmure's health in wine, Willie!
Here's Kenmure's health in wine;

There ne'er was a coward o' Kenmure's blude,
Nor yet o' Gordon's line.

O, Kenmure's lads are men, Willie!

O, Kenmure's lads are men;

Their hearts and swords are metal true,

And that their faes shall ken.

They'll live or die wi' fame, Willie!
They'll live or die wi' fame;
But soon, wi' sounding victorie,

May Kenmure's lord come hame!

Here's him that's far awa, Willie!

Here's him that's far awa;

And here's the flower that I lo'e best

The rose that's like the snaw!

THERE'LL NEVER BE PEACE TILL JAMIE COMES
HAME

By yon castle wa', at the close of the day,
I heard a man sing, tho' his head it was grey:
And as he was singing, the tears down came-
'There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.

"The church is in ruins, the state is in jars,
Delusions, oppressions, and murderous wars;
We dare na weel say't, but we ken wha's to blame-
There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.

'My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword,

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And now I greet round their green beds in the yerd; weep, churchyard

It brak the sweet heart o' my faithfu' auld dame—

There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.

'Now life is a burden that bows me down,
Sin' I tint my bairns, and he tint his crown;
But till my last moment my words are the same-
There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame.'

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