Chapter CLVI: Charlie Is My Darling

_Oh! Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling,
Oh! Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier!_

As he cam’ marchin’ up the street,
The pipes played loud and clear,
An’ a’ the folk cam’ rinnin’ oot
To meet the Chevalier.

Wi’ Hieland bonnets on their heads,
An’ claymores bricht an’ clear,
They cam’ to fecht for Scotland’s richt,
An’ the young Chevalier.

They’ve left their bonnie Hieland hills,
Their wives and bairnies dear,
To draw the sword for Scotland’s lord,
The young Chevalier.

_Oh! Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling,
Oh! Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier!_

_Lady Nairn._