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Song :
Sound the pibroch loud and high,
From John O'Groats to the Isle o' Skye!
Let a' the Clans their slogan cry
And rise and follow Charlie!
Chorus
Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
To rise and follow Charlie!
And see a small devoted band,
By dark Loch Shiel have ta'en their stand
And proudly vow with heart and hand,
To fight for Royal Charlie!
Chorus
Frae eery hill and every glen,
Are gatherin' fast the loyal men;
They grasp their dirks and shout again,
'Hurrah! for Royal Charlie!'
Chorus
On dark Culloden's field of gore
Hark! hark! they shout, 'Claymore! Claymore!'
They bravely fight, what can they more?
They die for Royal Charlie!
Chorus
No more we'll see such deeds again,
Deserted is each Highland glen,
And lonely cairns are o'er the men,
Who fought and died for Charlie!
Chorus
The White Rose blossoms forth again,
Deep in sheltered Highland glens;
And soon we'll hear the cry we ken
Tae rise! And fight for Charlie!
Chorus
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