WHA'LL BE KING BUT CHERLIE?
Come through the heather, around him gather
You're all the welcomer early
Around him cling with all your kin
For wha'll be King but Cherlie
Come through the heather, around him gather
You're all the welcomer early
Declare him rightful, lawful King
For wha'll be King but Cherlie
The news from Moidart came yestreen
Will soon gar many fairly
For ships of war have just come in
And landed Royal Cherlie
The Highland clans with sword in hand
From John o' Groats to Airlie
Have tae a man declared to stand
or fall for Royal Cherlie
The lowlands all both great and small
With many's the Lord and Laird hae
Declared for Scotland's King and Law
And <wha'd ye think> but Cherlie
Then here's a health to Cherlie's cause
Be it complete and early
His very name our heart's blood warms
Tae arms for Royal Cherlie
