O, Kenmure's lads are men, Willie, They'll live or die wi' fame, Willie, Here's him that's far awa, Willie, And here's the flower that I lo'e best- Robert Burns. CLV A JACOBITE'S FAREWELL It was a' for our rightfu' king We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, My Love and Native Land fareweel, For I maun cross the main. He turn'd him right and round about And gae his bridle reins a shake, With adieu for evermore, And adieu for evermore! The soger frae the wars returns, Never to meet again. When day is gane, and night is come, I think on him that's far awa The lee-lang night and weep. CLVI Robert Burns. CHARLIE IS MY DARLING Oh! Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling, As he cam' marchin' up the street, To meet the Chevalier. Wi' Hieland bonnets on their heads, They cam' to fecht for Scotland's richt, They've left their bonnie Hieland hills, To draw the sword for Scotland's lord, Oh! Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling, Lady Nairn CLVII WHA'LL BE KING BUT CHARLIE? THE news frae Moidart cam' yestreen Will soon gar mony ferlie; For ships o' war hae just come in, And landed Royal Charlie. Come through the heather, around him gather, Around him cling wi' a' your kin; For wha'll be King but Charlie ? The Hieland clans wi' sword in hand, There's ne'er a lass in a' the land, Then here's a health to Charlie's cause, An' be't complete an' early; His very name our hearts' blood warms To arms for Royal Charlie! Come through the heather, around him gather, For wha'll be King but Charlie ? Lady Nairn. CLVIII WAE'S ME FOR PRINCE CHARLIE A WEE bird cam' to our ha' door, An' He warbled sweet an' clearly, O when I heard the bonnie, bonnie bird, I took my bonnet aff my head, For weel I lo'ed Prince Charlie. Quoth I, 'My bird, my bonnie, bonnie bird, Is that a sang ye borrow? Are these some words ye've learnt by heart, Or a lilt o' dool an' sorrow?' 'O! no, no, no,' the wee bird sang, 'I've flown sin' mornin' early, But sic a day o' wind an' rain Oh! wae's me for Prince Charlie! On hills that are by right his ain, My heart maist burstit fairly; O! wae's me for Prince Charlie!' Dark night cam' on, the tempest roar'd An' whaur was't that your prince lay down, But now the bird saw some red-coats, An' he shook his wings wi' anger; 'O! this is no a land for me; I'll tarry here nae langer.' A while he hover'd on the wing, But weel I mind the fareweel strain Was Wae's me for Prince Charlie!' William Glen. CLIX SKYE BOAT-SONG Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, Carry the lad that's born to be king Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar, Baffled, our foes stand by the shore, Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep; Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep Watch by your weary head. Many's the lad fought on that day Burned are our homes, exile and death Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath Charlie will come again. Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, 'Onward' the sailors cry; Carry the lad that's born to be king Over the sea to Skye! Harold Boulton. CLX A KISS OF THE KING'S HAND It wasna from a golden throne, |