WHA'LL BE KING BUT CHARLIE?



The news from Moidart came yestreen

Will soon gar many fairly

For ships of war have just come in

And landed Royal Charlie



cho: Come through the heather, around him gather

You're all the welcomer early

Around him cling with all your kin

For wha'll be King but Charlie



The Highland clans with sword in hand

From John o' Groats to Airlie

Have to a man declared to stand

or fall for Royal Charlie



The lowlands all both great and small

With many's the Lord and Laird have

Declared for Scotia's King and Law

And wha'd ye think but Charlie



There's ne'er a lass in all the land

But vows both late and early

The man she'd ne'er give heart nor hand

What wouldna' fecht for Charlie



Then here's a health to Charlie's cause

And be't complete and early

His very name our heart's blood warms

To arms for Royal Charlie



Final Chorus:

Come through the heather, aroond him gather

Come Ronald, come Donald, come all together

Declare him rightful, lawful King

For wha'll be King but Charlie





Note: as printed in a songbook put out by a Scottish group called

The Corries. They call it "News from Moidart" after the first

line in the song, but it's the same song. You need to sing it

with a heavy Scots accent to get all of the rhymes correct, but

here it is. JY

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