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viii. JACOBITE |
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I hae been at Crookieden—
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie, Viewing Willie and his men—
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie! There our foes that burnt and slew—
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie, There at last they gat their due—
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie. |
Satan sits in his black neuk—
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie, Breaking sticks to roast the Duke—
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie. The bloody monster gae a yell—
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie, And loud the laugh gae round a'hell—
My bonie laddie, Highland laddie. |
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No. 304. 'Twas on a Monday morning.
Tune : Charlie, he's my darling Scots Musical Museum, 1796, No. 428. |
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'Twas on a Monday morning Right early in the year,
That Charlie came to our town — The young Chevalier 1
Chorus.
An' Charlie, he 's my darling, My darling, my darling,
Charlie, he's my darling— The young Chevalier!
As he was walking up the street
The city for to view, O, there he spied a bonie lass
The window looking thro', |
Sae light's he jumped up the stair,
And tirl'd at the pin ; And wha sae ready as hersel'
To let the laddie in !
He set his Jenny on his knee, All in his highland dress ;
For brawly weel he ken'd the way, To please a bonie lass.
It's up yon heathery mountain An' down yon scroggy glen,
We daurna gang a milking, For Charlie and his men ! |
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