Prince Charlie Stuart (Stuart Henry Show radio session 23/7/70)

If you had seen my Charlie at the head of an army
He was a gallant sight to behold
With his bright tartan hose on his brawny round leg
And his spotters all pure shining gold
His heart and mind of war was the finest you would kill
With his wife in old London rich as Salfords any mill
It's no wonder that seven hundred Highlanders 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 Stewart 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 dear was 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 Stewart 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 dear was my Charlie to me