Prince Charlie Stuart Lyrics
| Song | Prince Charlie Stuart |
| Artist | Steeleye Span |
| Album | The Lark In Morning - The Early Years |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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) |
| zuo ci : 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 |
| zuò cí : 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 |
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