Heard ye the bagpipe, or saw ye the
banners
That floated sae light o'er the fields
o' Kildairlie;
Saw ye the broadswords, the shields, and
the tartan hose,
Heard ye the muster-roll sworn to Prince
Charlie?
Saw ye brave Appin, wi' bonnet and
belted plaid.
Or saw ye the Lords o' Seaforth and
Airlie;
Saw ye the Glengarry, M'Leod, and
Clandonachil,
Plant the white rose in their bonnets
for Charlie?
Saw ye the halls o' auld Holyrood
lighted up,
Kenn'd ye the nobles that revell'd sae
rarely;
Saw ye the chiefs o' Lochiel and
Clanronald,
Wha rush'd frae their mountains to
follow Prince Charlie?
But saw ye the blood-streaming fields
of Culloden,
Or kenn'd ye the banners were tatter'd
sae sairly;
Heard ye the pibroch sae wild and sae
wailing,
That mourn'd for the chieftains that
fell for Prince Charlie.
Wha, in yon Highland glen, weary and
shelterless,
Pillows his head on the heather sae
barely;
Wha seeks the darkest night, wha maunna
face the light,
Borne down by lawless might--gallant
Prince Charlie?
Wha, like the stricken deer,
Chased by the hunter's spear,
Fled frae the hills o' his father sae
scaredly;
But wha, by affection's chart, reins in
auld Scotland's heart-
Wha but the Royal, the gallant Prince
Charlie?Thanks to Jean
Watson for sending this into us