Charlie, He’s My Darling

‘Twas on a Monday morning,
Right early in the year,
That Charlie came to our town,
The young Chevalier.

Chorus-An’ Charlie, he’s my darling,
My darling, my darling,
Charlie, he’s my darling,
The young Chevalier.

As he was walking up the street,
The city for to view,
O there he spied a bonie lass
The window looking through,
An’ Charlie, &c.

Sae light’s he jumped up the stair,
And tirl’d at the pin;
And whasaeready as hersel’
To let the laddiein.
An’ Charlie, &c.

He sethis Jenny on his knee,
All in his Highland dress;
For brawly weelhe ken’d the way
To please a bonielass.
An’ Charlie, &c.

It’s up yon heathery mountain,
An’ down yonscroggieglen,
We daurnaganga milking,
For Charlie and his men,
An’Charlie, &c.