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No. 15 - Song - Rob Roy and Chorus
| Rob Roy: | Come, lairds o' the Highland and lads o' the clan, Give ear to the song that I sing; There's mickle good liquor in pipkin and pan To drink to the health of a King! |
| Chorus: | The King! |
| Rob Roy: | So when ye have powed out a cup to its fill; Unless ye be dotard auld carles, The toast that I give ye ye'll drink with a will: Here's a health to our bonnie Prince Charles! Then fill up a bowl to the brim, lads, And toss ye it off like a man; |
| Chorus: | A toast! |
| Rob Roy: | Bad luck to the churl who is never inclined To drinking and clinking the can, lads! |
| Chorus: | We drink to the toast that ye give us, For we are no dotard auld carles. |
| Rob Roy: | Let tankards cling as we blithely sing, A varra good health to a verra good King! Ho! here's to our bonnie Prince Charles! |
| Chorus: | Ho! here's to our bonnie Prince Charles! |
| Rob Roy: | Our Charlie has never a crown or a throne; Yet his is the name that I sing; And soon our braw laddie shall come to his own; A Stuart again shall be King. |
| Chorus: | The King! |
| Rob Roy: | We'll soon have no more of cruel bullet and steel; No more of war's tangles and snarls; Ay, peace it shall dwell in the land o' the leal, And of love for our bonnie Prince Charles! Then fill up a bowl to the brim, lads, And toss ye it off like a man; |
| Chorus: | A toast! |
| Rob Roy: | Bad luck to the churl who is never inclined To drinking and clinking the can, lads! |
| Chorus: | We drink to the toast that ye give us, For we are no dotard auld carles. |
| Rob Roy: | Let tankards cling as we blithely sing, A varra good health to a verra good King! Ho! here's to our bonnie Prince Charles! |
| Chorus: | Ho! here's to our bonnie Prince Charles! |
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American Musical Theatre | Rob Roy
Page modified 18 February 2017