Words James Hogg / tune Neil Gow
Follow thee, follow thee, wha wadna follow thee
Lang hast thou loved and trusted us fairly
Chairlie, Chairlie, wha wadna follow thee
King o' the Highland hearts, bonnie Prince Chairlie
Cam ye by Athol, lad wi' the philabeg
Down by the Tummel or banks o' the Garry
Saw ye our lads wi' the bonnets and white cockades
Leavin' the mountains tae follow Prince Chairlie
I hae but ae son, my gallant young Donald
But if I had ten they should follow Glengarry
Health to M'Donnell and gallant Clan-Ronald
For these are the men that will die for their Chairlie
I'll to Lochiel and Appin and kneel tae them
Down by Lord Murray and Roy of Kildarlie
Brave M'Intosh, he shall fly to the field with them
These are the lads I can trust wi' my Chairlie
Down through the Lowlands, down wi' the Whigamores
Loyal true Highlanders, down wi' them rarely
Ronald and Donald, drive on wi' the broad claymore
Over the necks of the foes of Prince Chairlie
As sung by The McCalmans