We'll o'er the water to Charlie;
Come weal, come woe, we'll gather and go,
And live or die wi' Charlie.
I lo'e weel my Charlie's name, love
Tho' some there be abhor him:
But O, to see auld Nick gaun hame, going
And Charlie's faes before him! foes
I swear and vow by moon and stars,
And sun that shines so clearly,
If I had twenty thousand lives,