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As he came marching up the street,
The pipes play'd loud and clear,
And a‘ the folk came running out,
To meet the Chevalier.
Oh, Charlie is my darling, &c.
Wi' Highland bonnets on their heads,
And claymore's bright and clear,
They came to fight for Scotland's right,
And the young Chevalier.
Oh, Charlie is my darling, &c.
They've left their bonny Highland hills,
Their wives and bairnies dear,
To draw the sword for Scotland's lord,
The young Chevalier.
Oh, Charlie is my darling, &c.
Fairest Maid on Devon Banks.
Fairest maid on Devon Banks,
Crystal Devon, winding Devon,
Wilt thou lay that frown aside,
And smile as thou were wont to do?
Full thou know'st I love thee dear:
Could'st thou to malice lend an ear?
O did not love exclaim, "⟨Forbear⟩!
“Nor use a faithful lover so?"
Fairest maid on Devon Banks,
Crystal Devon, winding Devon,
Wilt thou lay that frown aside,
