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Come through the heather, around him gather,
Come Ronald, come Donald, come a' thegitlier
And crown your rightfu' lawfu' King,
For wha'll he King but Charlie ?
The Highland clans, wV sword in hand,
Frae John o' Groats to Airly,
Hae to a man declar'd to stand.
Or fa', wi' royal Charlie.
Come through the heather, &c.
The Lowlands a,' baith great and sma',
Wi' mony a lord and laird, hae
Declar'd for Scotia's King an' law,
And spier ye wha but Charlie.
Come through the heather, &c.
There's ne'er a lass in a' the land.
But vows baith late and early,
To man she'll ne'er gie heart or hand,
Wha wadna fecht for Charlie.
&c.
Then here's a health to Charlie's cause,
And be't complete and early;
His very name my heart's blood warms :
To arms for royal Charlie !
Come through the heather, &c.
KELVIN GROVE.
JOHN LYLE.
Tune — Kelvin Grove.
Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, O ;
Through its mazes let us rove, bonnie lassie, O ;