(G)Sound the Pi(D)broch lo(C)ud on Hi(G)gh,
Frae Jo(G)hn'O'Gr(D)oats tae the Is(C)le O Sk(G)ye,
Let every clan
their slogan c(C)ry,
Ri(G)se and follow Ch(D)arl(G)ie
H(G)atcheen foam, foam, foam,
(Am)Hatcheen foam, (D7)foam, fo(Am)am,
(G)Hatcheen foam, foam, fo(C)am,
Ri(G)se
and follow Cha(D)rli(G)e
And see a small devoted band,
By dark Loch Shiel have ta'en their stand
And proudly vow with heart and hand,
To fight for Royal Charlie!
Chorus
Frae eery hill and every glen,
Are gatherin' fast the loyal men;
They grasp their dirks and shout again,
"Hurrah!
for Royal Charlie!"
Chorus
On dark Culloden's field of gore
Hark! hark! they shout, "Claymore! Claymore!"
They bravely fight, what can they
more?
They die for Royal Charlie!
Chorus
No more we'll see such deeds again,
Deserted is each Highland glen,
And lonely cairns are o'er the men,
Who
fought and died for Charlie!
Chorus
The White Rose blossoms forth again,
Deep in sheltered Highland glens;
And soon we'll hear the cry we ken
Tae
rise! And fight for Charlie!
