Cam ye by Athol, lad wi' the philabeg Doon frae the Tummel, or banks o' the Garry? Saw ye the lads, wi' their bonnets and white cockades Doon fae their mountains tae follow Prince Chairlie.
I hae but one son, gallant young Donald But had I had ten, they would follow Glengarry Helped by MacDonald and gallant Clan Ronald These are the men that would die for Prince Chairlie.
It's I'll go tae Lochiel and Appin and kneel tae them Lord o' the Moray and Roy of Kilardie Brave Mackintosh, he will fly tae the fields wi' them These are the men I would trust wi' my Chairlie.
Doon thro' the Lowlands and doon wi' the Whigamore Loyal true Highlan men, doon wi' them rarely Ronald and Donald, ride on wi' the broad claymore O'er the necks o' the foes o' Prince Chairlie.
Follow ye, follow ye, wha widnae follow ye? Lang hae ye loo'd us and trusted us fairly Chairlie, o Chairlie, wha wadnae follow ye? King o' the Hielan hearts, Bonnie Prince Chairlie.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
