Prince Charlie Stuart

	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)

	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