Charlie, He’s My Darling
1794
Type: Poem
‘Twas on a Monday morning,
Right early in the year,
That Charlie came to our town,
The young Chevalier.
Chorus-An’ Charlie, he’s my darling,
My darling, my darling,
Charlie, he’s my darling,
The young Chevalier.
As he was walking up the street,
The city for to view,
O there he spied a bonie lass
The window looking through,
An’ Charlie, &c.
Sae light’s he jumped up the stair,
And tirl’d at the pin;
And wha sae ready as hersel’
To let the laddie in.
An’ Charlie, &c.
He set his Jenny on his knee,
All in his Highland dress;
For brawly weel he ken’d the way
To please a bonie lass.
An’ Charlie, &c.
It’s up yon heathery mountain,
An’ down yon scroggie glen,
We daur na gang a milking,
For Charlie and his men,
An’ Charlie, &c.
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Robert Burns, (born January 25, 1759, Alloway, Ayrshire, Scotland—died July 21, 1796, Dumfries, Dumfriesshire), national poet of Scotland. He wrote lyrics, ballads and songs in Scots and in English. He was also notable for his amorous adventures and his rebellion against religion and morality.