The news frae Moidart that cam' last nicht,
Will soon gar monie ferlie:
For ships o' war hae just cam in,
and landit Royal Charlie!
Come thro' the heather, aroond him gather,
Ye're a' the welcomin' earlie;
Aroond him cling wi' a' your kin;
For wha'll be King but Charlie?
Come thro' the heather, aroond him gather,
Ye're a' the welcomin' earlie;
And crown your rightfu' lawfu' King!
For wha'll be King but Charlie?
The Heiland clans, wi' sword in hand,
Frae John o' Groats tae Airlie,
Hae tae a man declar'd tae stand
Or fa' wi' royal Charlie!
The lowland a', baith great an' sma,
Wi' mony a Lord and Laird, hae
Declar'd for Scotia's king an' law,
An speil yer blud for Charlie!
And here's a health tae Charlie's cause,
And be't complete an' early;
His very name would warm the hairt:
Tae arms! For Royal Charlie!
Wha'll Be King But Charlie?
Wha'll be King but Charlie
Lady Nairn
The March to London - Old Bedford Village
Clan Chattan
