الأغاني:
Barbara Dickson The Fate O Charlie

Harry was a gallant gay Fu' stately strade he on the plain But now he's banish'd far away I'll never see him back again CHORUS: O for him back again O

I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking, Lasses a-lilting before dawn o' day Now they are moaning on ilka green loaning The flowers o' the forest

glen that was my father's own must be by his forsaken And the house that was my father's home is levelled with the bracken Och on, och on, our glory's o

brawest man And Donald he was mine Till Charlie he cam' o'er at last Sae far to set us free My Donald's arm it wanted was For Scotland and for me Their waeful' fate

ancient heroes Think on foreign foes to fell Think on glorious gruesome Wallace What the proud usurpers quelled CHORUS Rouse ye rows o' kilted warriors Rouse ye heroes o