'Twas on a Monday morning, Right early in the year, That Charlie cam' to our town, The young Chevalier! An' Charlie he's my darling, My darling, my darling! Charlie he's my darling, The young Chevalier! As he was walking up the street, The city for to view, O, there he spied a bonnie lass The window lookin' through. An' Charlie he's my darling, My darling, my darling! Charlie he's my darling, The young Chevalier! Sae light's he jimped up the stair, And tirled at the pin; And wha sae ready as hersel, To let the laddie in? An' Charlie he's my darling, My darling, my darling! Charlie he's my darling, The young Chevalier! He set his Jenny on his knee, All in his Highland dress; For brawlie weel he kenned the way To please a lassie best. An' Charlie he's my darling, My darling, my darling! Charlie he's my darling, The young Chevalier! It's up yon heathery mountain, And down yon scroggy glen, We daur na gang a-milking For Charlie and his men! An' Charlie he's my darling, My darling, my darling! Charlie he's my darling, The young Chevalier! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN GEOMETRY IS THE MIND OF GOD by JAMES GALVIN THE EXPANDED COMPOSITION by CLARENCE MAJOR WORDS INTO WORDS WON'T GO by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMEDAY BOOK: JOHN CAMPBELL AND CARL EATON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |