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Hazel Whyte
| The News From Moidart |
| Scottish Songs and Celtic Ballads |
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| Modern and Traditional Folk Music |
| The News From Moidart Lyrics by Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne (1766-1845). The news from Moidart cam yestreen, Will soon gar mony ferlie For ships o' war hae just come in, And landed royal Chairlie. Chorus: Come through the heather, around him gather, You're a' the welcomer early, Around him cling wi' a' your kin', For wha'll be king but Chairlie. The Highland clans wi' sword in hand, Frae John o' Groats to Airlie, Hae to a man declared to stand, Or fa' wi' royal Chairlie. The Lowlands a’ baith great an sma Wi many’s the Lord and Laird hae Declared Scotia’s King and Law And wha dae ye think but Chairlie There's no a lass in a' the land, But vows baith late and early, To man she'll ne'er gie heart nor han', Wha wadna fight for Chairlie. Then here's a health tae Chairlie's cause, An' be't complete and early, His very name our heart's blood warms, To arms for royal Chairlie. Come through the heather, around him gather, Come Ronald, come Donald, come a' th' gethir, Declare him rightful, lawful king, For wha'll be king but Chairlie . |