Charlie, ye are welcome, welcome, welcome Charlie ye are welcome to Scotland & to me There's some fo'k in yon town, yon town, yon town; There's some fo'k in yon town, I trow, that shouldna be. Charlie, we'll no name them, name them, name them; Charlie, we'll no name them, we ken wha' they be. The swords they are ready, ready, ready; The swords they are ready, I trow to mak them flee.
Embro, Embro Copyright © 2001, Jack Campin
