'Twas on a Monday morning, Right early in the year, When Charlie came to our toun, The young Chevalier. Oh, Charlie is my darling, My darling, my darling; Oh, Charlie is my darling, The young Chevalier. As he came marching up the street, The pipes play'd loud and clear, And a' the folk came running out To meet the Chevalier. Oh, Charlie is my darling, My darling, my darling; Oh, Charlie is my darling, The young Chevalier. Wi' Hieland bonnets on their heads, And claymores bright and clear, They came to fight for Scotland's right, And the young Chevalier. Oh, Charlie is my darling, My darling, my darling; Oh, Charlie is my darling, The young Chevalier. They've left their bonnie Hieland hills, Their wives and bairnies dear, To draw the sword for Scotland's lord, The young Chevalier. Oh, Charlie is my darling, My darling, my darling; Oh, Charlie is my darling, The young Chevalier. Oh, there were mony beating hearts, And mony a hope and fear, And mony were the prayers put up For the young Chevalier. Oh, Charlie is my darling, My darling, my darling; Oh, Charlie is my darling, The young Chevalier. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SWALLOW FLIGHT by SARA TEASDALE COMIN' THRO' THE RYE by ROBERT BURNS RAIN IN SUMMER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SLEEPER by EDGAR ALLAN POE AMERICA by SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 7. TO REVEREND BENJAMIN, LORD BISHOP OF WINCHESTER by MARK AKENSIDE THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. DIET by JOHN ARMSTRONG |