Song | Prince Charlie Stuart |
Artist | Steeleye Span |
Album | Please To See The King |
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 |