Twas on a Monday morning
Right early in the year
When Charlie came to out town
The Young Chevalier
Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling
Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier
As he cam' marchin' up the street
The pipes played loud and clear
And a' the folk cam' rinnin' out
To meet the Chevalier
Wi' highland bonnets on their heads
And claymores bright and clear
They cam' to fight for Scotland's right
And the young Chevalier
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They've left their bonnie highland hills
Their wives and bairnies dear
To draw the sword for Scotland's lord
The young Chevalier
Oh, there were many beating hearts
And mony a hope and fear
And mony were the pray'rs put up
For the young Chevalier
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