Charlie is my Darling

 

Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darlling,
Oh, Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier.
‚Twas on a Monday morning, right early in the year,
when Charlie came to our town, the young Cava lier,
Oh! Charlie is my darling, my darling, ma darling,
Oh Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier.

Oh, Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darlling,
Oh, Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier.
As he came marching up the street,
the pipes played loud and clear.
And all the folk came running out,
to meet the Chevalier.
Oh Charlie is my darling, my darling, ma darling,
Oh Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier.

Oh, Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darlling,
Oh, Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier.
With Highland bonnets on their heads,
and claymores bright and clear,
they came to fight for Scotland’s right and the young Chevalier.
Oh Charlie is my darling, my darling, ma darling,
Oh Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier.

Oh, Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darlling,
Oh, Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier.
They’ve left their bonnie Highland hills,
their wives and bairnies dear,
to draw the sword for Scotland’s lord, the young Chevalier.
Oh Charlie is my darling, my darling, ma darling,
Oh Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier.