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Tune: (As Title)
An' Charlie he's my darling,
My darling, my darling,
Charlie he's my darling-
The Young Chevalier!
'Twas on a Monday morning
Right early in the year,
That Charlie came to our town-
The Young Chevalier!
As he walking up the street
The city for to view,
O, there he spied a bonie lass
The window looking thro'!
Sae light's he jimped up the stair,
And tirl'd at the pin;
And wha sae ready as hersel'
To let the laddie in!
He set his Jenny on his knee,
All in his Highland dress;
For brawlie weel he kend the way
To please a bonie lass.
It's up yon heathery mountain
And down you scroggie glen,
We daurna gang a-milking
For Charlie and his men!
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