作词 : Traditional If you had seen my Charlie at the head of an army He was a gallant sight to behold With his fine tartan hose on his bonnie round leg And his buckles all pure shining gold The tartan my love wore was the finest Stuart Kilt With his soft skin all under it as white as any milk It's no wonder that seven hundred highlanders were killed In restoring my Charlie to me My love was six foot two without stocking or shoe In proportion my true love was built Like I told you before upon Culloden Moor Where the brave highland army was killed Prince Charlie Stuart was my true love's name He was the flower of England and a pride to his name Ah but now they have banished him over to Spain And so dear was my Charlie to me (repeat last verse)
作词 : Traditional If you had seen my Charlie at the head of an army He was a gallant sight to behold With his fine tartan hose on his bonnie round leg And his buckles all pure shining gold The tartan my love wore was the finest Stuart Kilt With his soft skin all under it as white as any milk It's no wonder that seven hundred highlanders were killed In restoring my Charlie to me My love was six foot two without stocking or shoe In proportion my true love was built Like I told you before upon Culloden Moor Where the brave highland army was killed Prince Charlie Stuart was my true love's name He was the flower of England and a pride to his name Ah but now they have banished him over to Spain And so dear was my Charlie to me (repeat last verse)
