CXLIX
WELCOME, ROYAL CHARLIE!
Oh! he was lang o’ comin’,
Lang, lang, lang o’ comin’,
Oh! he was lang o’ comin!
Welcome, Royal Charlie!
When he on Moidart’s shore did stand,
The friends he had within the land
Came down and shook him by the hand,
And welcomed Royal Charlie.
The dress that our Prince Charlie had,
Was bonnet blue, and tartan plaid;
And O! he was a handsome lad,
A true king’s son was Charlie.
But oh! he was lang o’ comin’,
Lang, lang, lang o’ comin’,
Oh! he was lang o’ comin’,
Welcome, Royal Charlie!
Anonymous.
CL
CAM’ YE BY ATHOL?
Cam’ ye by Athol, lad wi’ the philabeg,
Down by the Tummel, or banks of the Garry?
Saw ye the lads wi’ their bonnets an’ white cockades,
Leaving their mountains to follow Prince Charlie?