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Rigs o' barley (1820)/Charlie's my darling

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Rigs o' Barley
by Anonymous
Charlie's my Darling
3192652Rigs o' Barley — Charlie's my DarlingAnonymous


CHARLIE’S MY DARLING

It was on a Mondays-morning,
right early in the year,
That Charlie he came to this town,
recruiting Granadiers.

And Charlie he's my darling,
My darling, my darling,
And Charlie he's my darling,
The young Chevalier.

As he came walking up the street,
The City for to view,
He spy'd a maiden young and sweet,
at a widow looking thro.
And Charlie, &c.

She said, My Father's gone abroad,
my mother's not at home,
You're welcome here, dear Charlie,
'twas you I thought upon.
And Charlie, &c.

O he has ta'en his bonny lass,
and set her on his knee:
Said she, I know, my bonuy lad,
you are in love with me.
And Charlie, &c.

He took her into his arms,
all in his highland dress,
And gave her many a clap and kiss,
which pleas'd the bonny lass.
And Charlie, &c.

Then he took out a purse of gold,
it was aa long's his arm,
Here, take you that, dear Jenny,
it will do you no harm.
And Charlie, &c.

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.

I were free at liberty,
and all things at my will,
Over the sea I soon would be,
for I vow I love him still
And Charlie, &c.

And now my song is ended,
of the young Chevalier,
How Charlie he came to this town,
and got a volunteer.
O Charlie he's my darling,
My darling, my darling,
O Charlie he's my darling,
The young Chevalier.