Charlie is my darlin, my darlin, my darlin, Charlie is my darlin, the young Chevalier. Twas on a Monday mornin Right early in the year When Charlie came to our town The Young Chevalier.
As he cam' marchin' up the street The pipes played loud and clear And a' the folk cam' rinnin' out To meet the Chevalier.
Wi' highland bonnets on their heads And claymores bright and clear They cam' to fight for Scotland's right And 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, there were many beating hearts And many a hope and fear And many were the pray'rs put up For the young Chevalier.