March to the Battle Field (n.d., Edinburgh)/Charlie He's My Darling
For other versions of this work, see Charlie is My Darling.
CHARLIE HE'S MY DARLING.
‘Twas on a Monday morning
Right early in the year,
That Charlie cam to our town,
The young Chevalier.
And Charlie he's my darling,
My darling, my darling,
Charlie he’s my darling.
The young Chevalier.
Right early in the year,
That Charlie cam to our town,
The young Chevalier.
And Charlie he's my darling,
My darling, my darling,
Charlie he’s my darling.
The young Chevalier.
As he was walking up the street,
The city for to view,
O there he spied a bonny lass;
The window looking through.
And Charlie, &c.
The city for to view,
O there he spied a bonny lass;
The window looking through.
And Charlie, &c.
Sae light's he jumped up the stair,
And tirled at the pin;
And wha sae ready as hersel
To let the laddie in.
And Charlie, &c.
And tirled at the pin;
And wha sae ready as hersel
To let the laddie in.
And Charlie, &c.
He set his Jenny on his knee,
All in the Highland dress,
For brawly well he kent the way
To please a bonny lass.
And’ Charlie, &c.
All in the Highland dress,
For brawly well he kent the way
To please a bonny lass.
And’ Charlie, &c.
It's up yon heathery mountain,
And down yon scroggy glen,
We darna gang a milking,
For Cbarlie and his men.
And Charlie, &c.
And down yon scroggy glen,
We darna gang a milking,
For Cbarlie and his men.
And Charlie, &c.