Sound The Pibroch

Sound the pibroch loud and high
From John o' Groats to the Isle of Skye
Let all the clans their battlecry
And rise to follow Charlie

By dark Loch Shiel they make their stand
And see the small devoted band
Who proudly vow with heart and hand
To fight for Royal Charlie

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Tha tighin fodham, and fodham, fodham
Rise and follow Charlie

From every hill and every glen
Oh, see them now, the gatherin' men
They vow to fight with dirks in hand
And rise and follow Charlie

On dark Culloden's fields of gore
See how they cry, "Claymore, claymore"
They bravely fight, what can they more
Than die for Royal Charlie?

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Tha tighin fodham, and fodham, fodham
Rise and follow Charlie

No more we'll see their deeds again
Deserted now each Highland glen
And lonely cairns are over the men
Who died for Royal Charlie

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Tha tighin fodham, and fodham, fodham
Rise and follow Charlie

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Tha tighin fodham, and fodham, fodham
Rise and follow Charlie



Credits
Writer(s): David Barrie Gilfillan, Norman Mac-leod
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