Prince Charlie Stuart - Steeleye Span

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)