And welcome our Charlie and his loyal train.
We’ll bring down the track deer, we’ll bring down the black steer,
The lamb from the breckan, and doe from the glen;
The salt sea we’ll harry, and bring to our Charlie,
The cream from the bothy, and curd from the pen.
Come e’er the stream, Charlie, &c.
And you shall drink freely the dews of Glen-Sheerly,
That stream in the star-light when kings do not ken;
And deep be your meed of the wine that is red,
To drink to your sire, and his friend the Maclean.