Come through the heather, around him gather You're all the welcomer early Around him cling wi' all your kin For wha'll be King but Cherlie Come through the heather, around him gather You're all the welcomer early To crown your rightful lawful king For wha'll be King but Cherlie The news from Moidart last necht Will soon gar many fairly For ships of war hae just come in And landed Royal Cherlie
The Highland clans wi' sword in hand From John o' Groats to Airlie Hae to a man declared to stand or fa' for Royal Cherlie
The lowlands a' both great and small With many's the Lord and Laird hae Declared for Scotia's King and Law And wha'd ye think but Cherlie
Then here's a health to Cherlie's cause And be't complete and early His very name our heart's blood warms To arms for Royal Cherlie