Come Ye by Athol Marc Gunn

Come ye by Athol, lad wi' the philabeg
Down by the Tummel, or banks of the Garry?
Saw ye the lads, with their bonnets and white cockades
Leaving their mountains to follow Prince Charlie

Follow thee, follow thee, wha wadna follow thee?
Long has thou loved and trusted us fairly!
Charlie, Charlie, wha wadna follow thee?
King o' the Highland hearts, bonnie Charlie

I have but one son, my gallant young Donald;
But if I had ten, they should follow Glengarry;
Health to MacDonald and gallant Clan Ronald
For these are the men that will die for their Charlie

I'll go to Lochiel, and Appin, and kneel to them;
Down by Lord Murray and Roy of Kildarlie;
Bravе Mackintosh, he shall fly to the field with thеm;
These are the lads I can trust with my Charlie

Down thru the Lowlands, down with the whigamore
Loyal true Highlanders, down with them rarely;
Ronald and Donald drive on with the braid claymore
Over the necks of the foes of Prince Charlie