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CHARLIE IS MY DARLING.
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My father's grown a crabbed man,
And baits us with his tongue,
My mither too, who joins with him,
Forgets when she was young;
But let them scold, and let them frown,
And make a mickle din,
Still Jamie fondly whispers me,
"Hoot! dinna care a pin!"
For we will gang to kirk, &c.
And baits us with his tongue,
My mither too, who joins with him,
Forgets when she was young;
But let them scold, and let them frown,
And make a mickle din,
Still Jamie fondly whispers me,
"Hoot! dinna care a pin!"
For we will gang to kirk, &c.
My granny's kind, and takes our part
Whene'er we are not by,
And Jamie's hopes are joined to mine,
To pray she may not die:
For, while we have a friend in her,
We fear no mickle din;
Still Jamie fondly whispers me,
"Hoot! dinna care a pin!"
For we will gang to kirk, &c.
Whene'er we are not by,
And Jamie's hopes are joined to mine,
To pray she may not die:
For, while we have a friend in her,
We fear no mickle din;
Still Jamie fondly whispers me,
"Hoot! dinna care a pin!"
For we will gang to kirk, &c.
Charlie Is My Darling.
Chorus.
O! Charlie is my darling,
My darling, my darling;
O! Charlie is my darling,
The young chevalier.
My darling, my darling;
O! Charlie is my darling,
The young chevalier.
'Twas on a Monday morning,
Right early in the year,
When Charlie came to our town,
The young chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
Right early in the year,
When Charlie came to our town,
The young chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
As he came marching up the street,
The pipes played loud and clear,
And a' the folk came running out
To meet the chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.
The pipes played loud and clear,
And a' the folk came running out
To meet the chevalier.
O! Charlie is my darling, &c.