Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Charlie is my Darling

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Charlie Is My Darling.
Chorus.
O! Charlie is my darling, My darling, my darling;O! Charlie is my darling, The young chevalier.
'Twas on a Monday morning, Right early in the year,When Charlie came to our town, The young chevalier.     O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
As he came marching up the street, The pipes played loud and clear,And a' the folk came running out To meet the chevalier.     O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
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Wi' Highland bonnets on their heads, And claymores bright and clear,They came to fight for Scotland's right, And the young chevalier.     O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
They've left their bonnie Highland hills, Their wives and bairnies dear,To draw the sword for Scotland's lord, The young chevalier.     O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
O! there were monie beating hearts, And monie hopes and fears;And monie were the prayers put up For the young chevalier.     O! Charlie is my darling, &c.

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