Prince Charlie Stuart Songtext

von Steeleye Span

If you had seen my Charlie at the head of an army
He was a gallant sight to be hold.
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 be - fore upon Culloden moor
Where the brave highland army was killed.

Prince Charlie Stuart was my true love's name
And 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.

-instrumental-

My love was six foot two without stocking or shoe
In proportion my true love was built.
Like I told you be - fore upon Culloden moor
Where the brave highland army was killed.

Prince Charlie Stuart was my true love's name
And 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.