Land – "Wha’ll be King but Charlie ?"

For our beloved Eleo... «Wha’ll be King but Charlie ? », also known as « The News from Moidart », is a Jacobite song by Lady Nairne, from the 18th/19th century. Kriss : female vocals. Jan : guitar, male vocals. Paul : bodhran. Our Facebook Page :   / landmusictrad   Recorded in November, 2019. Lyrics : The news from Moidart cam yestreen Will soon gar mony ferlie, For ships o war hae just come in And landed Royal Charlie. Come through the heather, around him gather, Ye're all the welcomer early; Around him cling with a your kin, For wha'll be King but Charlie ? The Highland clans with sword in hand Frae John o Groats tae Airlie Hae tae a man declared to stand Or fa wi Royal Charlie. Come through the heather, around him gather, Ye're all the welcomer early; Around him cling with a your kin, For wha'll be King but Charlie ? Come through the heather, around him gather Come Ronald, come Donald, come a thegither; And crown your rightfu lawfu King For wha'll be King but Charlie ? The Lowlands a, both great an sma, Wi many's a lord and laird hae Declared for Scotia's King an Law, And spier ye wha, but Charlie. Come through the heather, around him gather, Ye're all the welcomer early; Around him cling with a your kin, For wha'll be King but Charlie ? There's ne'er a lass in a the land But vows both late and early To man she'll neer give heart nor hand Wha wadna fecht fer Charlie. Come through the heather, around him gather, Ye're all the welcomer early; Around him cling with a your kin, For wha'll be King but Charlie ? Come through the heather, around him gather Come Ronald, come Donald, come a thegither; And crown your rightfu lawfu King For wha'll be King but Charlie ? Then here's a health tae Charlie's cause, And be't complete and early; His very name our heart's bluid warms; Tae arms for Royal Charlie. Come through the heather, around him gather, Ye're all the welcomer early; Around him cling with a your kin, For wha'll be King but Charlie ? Come through the heather, around him gather Come Ronald, come Donald, come a thegither; And crown your rightfu lawfu King For wha'll be King but Charlie ?