HIELAND LADDY (Jacobite)
Where ha' ye been a' the day?
Bonnie laddie, Hielan' laddie
Saw ye him that' far awa'
Bonnie laddie, Hielan' laddie
On his head a bonnet blue
Bonnie laddie, Hielan' laddie
Tartan plaid and Hielan' trews
Bonnie laddie, Hielan' laddie
When he drew his gude braid-sword
Then he gave his royal word.
Frae the field he ne'er wad flee
Wi' his friends wad live or dee.
Geordie sits in Charlie's chair
But I think he'll no bide there.
Charlie yet shall mount the throne
Weel ye ken it is his own.
From Minstrelsy of Scotland, Moffatt
Note: words are a fragment of "a long and very coarse Jacobite
ballad" published in Jacobite Relics, 1810. A version of the
tune appeared in Playford, 11th edition, 1701.
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HIELAND LADDY (Jacobite)
Where ha' ye been a' the day?
Bonnie laddie, Hielan' laddie
Saw ye him that' far awa'
Bonnie laddie, Hielan' laddie
On his head a bonnet blue
Bonnie laddie, Hielan' laddie
Tartan plaid and Hielan' trews
Bonnie laddie, Hielan' laddie
When he drew his gude braid-sword
Then he gave his royal word.
Frae the field he ne'er wad flee
Wi' his friends wad live or dee.
Geordie sits in Charlie's chair
But I think he'll no bide there.
Charlie yet shall mount the throne
Weel ye ken it is his own.
From Minstrelsy of Scotland, Moffatt
Note: words are a fragment of "a long and very coarse Jacobite
ballad" published in Jacobite Relics, 1810. A version of the
tune appeared in Playford, 11th edition, 1701.
Where ha' ye been a' the day?
Bonnie laddie, Hielan' laddie
Saw ye him that' far awa'
Bonnie laddie, Hielan' laddie
On his head a bonnet blue
Bonnie laddie, Hielan' laddie
Tartan plaid and Hielan' trews
Bonnie laddie, Hielan' laddie
When he drew his gude braid-sword
Then he gave his royal word.
Frae the field he ne'er wad flee
Wi' his friends wad live or dee.
Geordie sits in Charlie's chair
But I think he'll no bide there.
Charlie yet shall mount the throne
Weel ye ken it is his own.
From Minstrelsy of Scotland, Moffatt
Note: words are a fragment of "a long and very coarse Jacobite
ballad" published in Jacobite Relics, 1810. A version of the
tune appeared in Playford, 11th edition, 1701.