The News From Moidart - The Corries

The news from Moidart cam yestreen

Will soon gar mony ferlie

For ships o' war have just come in

And landed royal Chairlie

Come through the heather, around him gaither

You’re a' the welcomer early

Around him cling wi' a' your kin

For wha’ll be king but Chairlie

The Highland clans wi' sword in hand

Fae John o' Groats to Airlie

Have tae a man declared to stand

Or fa' for royal Chairlie

The lowlands a' baith great and sma'

Wi many’s the Lord and Laird

They declared for Scotias King and Law

Aye and wha dae ye think but Chairlie

There’s ne’er a lass in a' the land

But vows baith late and early

Tae man she’ll ne’er gie heart or han'

Wha wadna ficht for Chairlie

Then here’s a health tae Chairlie’s cause

An' be’t complete and early

His very name oor heart’s blood warms

To arms for royal Chairlie

Come through the heather, around him gaither

Come Ronald, come Donald, come a' th' githir

Declare him rightful, lawful king

For wha’ll be king but Chairlie