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It's up the rosy mountain,
let them say what they will,
And if we dare not milk the cow,
we will be milking still.
And Charlie, &c.
O Charlie he's a handsome youth,
for him I'll leave my Dad,
He is a jewel in mine,
my bonny highland lad.
And Charlie, &c.
And in her best herself she drest,
most comonly to be seen;
And for to meet her own true-love
she's gone to Aberdeen.
And Charlie, &c.
But when she came to Aberdeen,
this bonny lowland lass,
There she found that her true-love,
was gone to Inverness.
And Charlie, &c.
But when she came Inverness,
she curs'd the day and hour,
That her true love was forc'd to flee,
and leave Culoden-moor,
And Charlie, &c.
Now he is gone and left me,
I'm forc'd to lie alone;
I'll never have another lad,
till my true-love comes home.
And Charlie, &c.
