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Rousing Jacobite song of high expectations on the news of Charlie's landing on the West coast.
The news frae Moidart cam' yestreen,
Will soon gar mony ferlie,
For ships o' war hae just come in,
and landed Royal Charlie.
Come thro' the heather, around him gather,
Ye'r a' the welcomer early;
Around him cling wi' a your kin,
For wha'll be King but Charlie?
The Highland clans wi' sword in hand,
Frae John o' Groat's to Airlie,
Hae to a man declared to stand
Or fa' wi Royal Charlie.
Then here's a health to Charlie's cause,
And be't complete and' early;
His very name our heart's blood warms-
To arms for Royal Charlie!
Come thro' the heather, around him gather,
Come Ronald, come Donald, come a' thegether,
and crown him rightfu', lawfu' king!
For wha'll be King but Charlie!