The Yellow Locks Of Charlie

The gathering clans, 'mong Scotia's glens
Wi' martial steps are bounding
And loud and lang, the wilds amang
The war pipe's strains are sounding
The sky and stream reflect the gleam
Of broadswords glancing rarely
To guard till death the hills of heath
Against the foes o' Charlie.

While banners wave aboon the brave
Our foemen vainly gather
And swear to claim by deeds o' fame
Our hills and glens o' heather
For seas shall swell to wild and fell
And crown green Appin fairly
Ere hearts so steel'd to foeman yield
The rights o' royal Charlie.

Then wake mair loud the pibroch proud
And let the mountains hoary
Re-echo round the warlike sound
That speaks of Highland glory
For strains sublime, through future time
Shall tell the tale unsparely
How Scotland's crown was placed aboon
The yellow locks o' Charlie.

While banners wave aboon the brave
Our foemen vainly gather
And swear to claim by deeds o' fame
Our hills and glens o' heather
For seas shall swell to wild and fell
And crown green Appin fairly
Ere hearts so steel'd to foeman yield
The rights o' royal Charlie.

Then let on high the banners fly
And hearts and hands rise prouder
And wake amain the warlike strain
Still louder
For we ha'e sworn, ere dawn the morn
O'er Appin's mountains early
Auld Scotland's crown shall nod aboon
The yellow locks o' Charlie.