Celtic Lyrics Corner > Artists & Groups > Tannahill Weavers > Arnish Light > Cam Ye By Athol
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Lyrics:
Cam ye by Athol, lad wi' the philabeg
Doon by the Tummel or banks o' the Garry?
Saw ye the lads wi' their bonnets and white cockades
Doon fae their mountains tae follow Prince Chairlie?
I hae but one son, gallant young Donald
But had I ten, they would follow Glengarry
Helped by MacDonald and gallant clan Ronald
These are the men I would trust wi' my Chairlie
I'll go tae Lochiel and I'll bend and kneel tae them
Lord o' the Moray and Roy of Kilairdie
Brave MacIntosh, he will fly tae the fields wi' them
These are the men that would die for Prince Chairlie
Doon through the lowlands, doon wi' the Whigamore
Loyal true Hielan' men doon wi' them rarely
Ronald and Donald ride on wi' the broad Claymore
O'er the necks o' the foes o' Prince Chairlie
Follow ye, follow ye, wha' widnae follow ye?
Lang hae ye loo'd us and trusted us fairly
Chairlie, oh Chairlie, wha widnae follow ye?
King o' the Hielan' hearts, Bonnie Prince Chairlie