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CHARLIE IS MY DARLING.
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My father's grown a crabbed man, And baits us with his tongue,My mither too, who joins with him, Forgets when she was young;But let them scold, and let them frown, And make a mickle din,Still Jamie fondly whispers me, "Hoot! dinna care a pin!"     For we will gang to kirk, &c.
My granny's kind, and takes our part Whene'er we are not by,And Jamie's hopes are joined to mine, To pray she may not die:For, while we have a friend in her, We fear no mickle din;Still Jamie fondly whispers me, "Hoot! dinna care a pin!"     For we will gang to kirk, &c.
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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