McLean's Welcome

We’ll bring down the track deer, we’ll bring down the black steer.
The lamb from the bracken, and doe from the glen.
The salt sea we’ll harry, and bring to our Charlie.
The cream from the bothy, and curd from the pen.   
  
Chorus:
Come ‘er the stream,Charlie, dear Charlie,brave Charlie.
Come ‘er the stream,Charlie, and dine with McLean.
And though you be weary, we’ll make your heart cheery,
And welcome our Charlie, and his loyal train.

And you shall drink freely, the dews of Glensheerly.
That stream in the starlight when kings do not ken.
And deep be your mead, of wine that is red,
To drink to your sire, and his friend McLean.

Chorus:

If ought will invite you, or more will delight you,
‘Tis ready, a troop of our bold Highland men.
All ranged on the heather with bonnet and feather,
Strong arms and broad claymores, three hundred and ten!   


James Hogg