Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Songs. VI. Whall be King but Charlie?Carolina, Lady Nairne (17661845)
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Will soon gar mony ferlie;
For ships o’ war hae just come in,
And landit Royal Charlie.
Ye’re a’ the welcomer early;
Around him cling wi’ a’ your kin;
For wha’ll be king but Charlie?
Come thro’ the heather, around him gather,
Come Ronald, come Donald, come a’ thegether
And crown your rightfu’, lawfu’ king!
For wha’ll be king but Charlie?
Frae John o’ Groats to Airlie,
Hae to a man declared to stand
Or fa’ wi’ Royal Charlie.
Wi’ mony a lord and laird, hae
Declar’d for Scotia’s king an’ law,
An’ speir ye wha but Charlie.
But vows baith late an’ early,
She’ll ne’er to man gie heart nor han’,
Wha wadna fecht for Charlie.
And be’t complete an’ early;
His very name our heart’s blood warms;
To arms for Royal Charlie!
Ye’re a’ the welcomer early;
Around him cling wi’ a’ your kin;
For wha’ll be king but Charlie?
Come thro’ the heather, around him gather,
Come Ronald, come Donald, come a’ thegether,
And crown your rightfu’, lawfu’ king!
For wha’ll be king but Charlie?