C HIM INGS OF THE HEATHER BELLS. 



The sky and stream reflect the gleam 

 Of broadswords gleaming rarely, 



To guard till death the hills of heath 

 Against the foes o' Charlie. 



Wha'll Be King but Charlie? 



Come thro' the heather, around him gather, 



Ye're a' the welcomer early ; 

 Around him cling wi' a' your kin, 



For wha'll be king but Charlie? 



Come thro' the heather, around him gather, 

 Come Ronald, come Donald, come a' thegether, 

 And crown your rightfu', lawfu' king! 

 For wha'll be king but Charlie ? 

 Caroline Oliphant, Baroness Nairne. 



And so forgetful of self, and so trustful toward 

 their unfortunate exiled Prince were their loyal High- 

 land hearts, that they were willing, when he did come, 

 thankfully to share with him this common lot : 



When Charlie to the Highlands Came 



Our home is now the barren rock, 

 As if by Heaven forsaken ; 



Our shelter and our canopy 



The Heather and the bracken. 



Robert Allan. 



