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Whall Be King but Charlie?
By Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne (17661845)
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Will soon gar mony ferlie;
For ships o’ war hae just come in,
And landit Royal Charlie.
Ye’re a’ the welcomer early;
Around him cling wi’ a’ your kin:
For wha’ll be king but Charlie?
Come through the heather, around him gather,
Come Ronald, come Donald, come a’ thegither,
And crown your rightfu’, lawfu’ king!
For wha’ll be king but Charlie?
Frae John o’ Groat’s to Airlie,
Hae to a man declared to stand
Or fa’ wi’ Royal Charlie.
Come through the heather, etc.
Wi’ mony a lord and laird, hae
Declared for Scotia’s king an’ law,
An’ speir ye, Wha but Charlie?
Come through the heather, etc.
But vows baith late an’ early,
She’ll ne’er to man gie heart nor han’
Wha wadna fecht for Charlie.
Come through the heather, etc.
And be’t complete an’ early;
His very name our heart’s blood warms:
To arms for Royal Charlie!
Ye’re a’ the welcomer early;
Around him cling wi’ a’ your kin;
For wha’ll be king but Charlie?
Come through the heather, around him gather,
Come Ronald, come Donald, come a’ thegither,
And crown your rightfu’, lawfu’ king!
For wha’ll be king but Charlie?