Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 461. Song—Charlie, he’s my Darling |
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| ’TWAS on a Monday morning, | |
| Right early in the year, | |
| That Charlie came to our town, | |
| The young Chevalier. | |
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| Chorus.—An’ Charlie, he’s my darling, | 5 |
| My darling, my darling, | |
| Charlie, he’s my darling, | |
| The young Chevalier. | |
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| As he was walking up the street, | |
| The city for to view, | 10 |
| O there he spied a bonie lass | |
| The window looking through, | |
| An’ Charlie, &c. | |
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| Sae light’s he jumped up the stair, | |
| And tirl’d at the pin; | 15 |
| And wha sae ready as hersel’ | |
| To let the laddie in. | |
| An’ Charlie, &c. | |
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| He set his Jenny on his knee, | |
| All in his Highland dress; | 20 |
| For brawly weel he ken’d the way | |
| To please a bonie lass. | |
| An’ Charlie, &c. | |
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| It’s up yon heathery mountain, | |
| An’ down yon scroggie glen, | 25 |
| We daur na gang a milking, | |
| For Charlie and his men, | |
| An’ Charlie, &c. | |
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