Silly Wizard - Wha'll Be The King But Cherlie | Текст песни

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• Wha'll Be The King But Cherlie

"A Glint of Silver", 1986

Come through the heather, around him gather,
Ye're a' the welcomer early
Around him cling wi' a' your kin,
For wha'll be King but Charlie?
Come through the heather, around him gather,
Ye're a' the welcomer early
And crown your rightfu' lawfu' King!
For wha'll be King, but Cherlie?

The news frae Moidart cam' yestreen,
Will som gar mony ferlie,
for ships o' war hae just come in.
And landed Royal Cherlie!

The Highland clans, wi' sword in hand,
Frae John o'Groats to Airlie,
Ha'e to a man declar'd to stand
Or fa' wi' Royal Cherlie!

The Lowlands a' baith great and sma'
Wi' mony a lord and laird,
Hae' declar'd for Scotland's king, and law,
Spier ye what, but Cherlie!

Then here's a health to Charlie's cause,
An' be it complete an' early,
His very name our heart's bluid warms,
To arms for Royal Cherlie!