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Cam' ye by Athol, lad wi' the philabeg,
Down by the Tummel, or banks of the Gary?
Saw ye our lads, wi' their bonnets an' white cockades,
Leaving their mountains to follow Prince Charlie?
Follow thee, follow thee, wha wadna follow thee?
Lang hast thou loved and trusted us fairly!
Charlie, Charlie, wha wadna follow thee?
King of the Highland hearts, bonnie Prince Charlie.
I ha'e but ae son, my brave young Donald;
But if I had ten they should follow Glengarry:
Health to M'Donald and gallant Clan-Ronald,
For these are the men that will die for their Charlie
Follow thee, follow thee, &c.
I'll to Lochiel and Appin, and kneel to them;
Down by Lord Murray and Roy of Kildarlie;
Brave Mackintosh he shall fly to the field wi' them;
They are the lads I can trust wi' my Charlie.
Follow thee, follow thee, &c.
Down through the Lowlands, down wi' the whigamore,
Loyal true Highlanders, down with them rarely;
Ronald and Donald drive on wi' the braid claymore,
Over the necks of the foes of Prince Charlie.
Follow thee, follow thee, &c
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