Come o’er the stream, Charlie, &c.
Our heath-bells shall trace you the maids to embrace you,
And deck your blue bonnet with flowers of the brae;
And the loveliest Mari in all Glen-M’Quarry
Shall lie in your bosom till break of the day.
Come o’er the stream, Charlie, &c.
If aught will invite you, or more will delight you,
’Tis ready, a troop of our bold Highlandmen
Shall range on the heather with bonnet and feather,
Strong arms and broad claymores three hundred and ten.”