When Charlie first cam' tae the North

With the manly look o' a Highland laddie,

He turned every true Scot tae himsel'

Tae view the lad an' his tartan plaidie.

 

Chorus :

Love fareweel, friends fareweel,

Tae guard my King I bid a' fareweel.

 

When King Geordie heard o' this,

That he gaen North tae win for his daddy,

He sent John Cope up tae North

Tae catch the lad an' his tartan plaidie.

 

When Cope cam' tae Inverness,

They told him he was South already,

Like a lion bold he conquered all

Wi' every shake o' his tartan plaidie.

 

When they cam' tae Aberdeen,

The English fleet was lying ready

Tae carry them ower tae Edinburgh toon,

Tae catch the lad and his tartan plaidie.

 

On Prestonpans he formed his clans

He neither regarded son or daddy;

Like the wind o' the sky he made them tae fly,

Wi' every shake o' his tartan plaidie.

 

The Duke of Perth was on his right,

The bold Munroe and the brave Glengarry,

From the Isle of Skye the brave Lochiel,

McLarens bold and the brave Mac Ready.

 

A painted room and a silken bed

Would scarcely please a wee German lairdie,

But a far better Prince than ever he was

Laid amang the heather on his tartan plaidie.