’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 bonie lass
The window looking thro’. – An’ Charlie &c.
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 &c.
He set his Jenny on his knee,
All in his Highland dress;
For brawlie weel he ken’d the way
To please a bonie lass. – An’ Charlie &c.
It’s up yon hethery mountain,
And down yon scroggy glen,
We daur na gang a milking,
For Charlie and his men. – An’ Charlie &c.