The King Shall Hae His Ain Again

Jacobite, Scottish folk, Highland, 1745, drinking song, Bonnie Prince Charlie, Celtic, traditional

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Chorus
The King shall hae his ain again,
The King shall hae his ain!
Frae Holyrood to London toun,
The King shall hae his ain again!

Verse 2
They thought the clans would never rise,
Those savages who they despise,
But Lochiel came by dark of night
And guards had fled by dawn's first light.
The toun awoke to find us there,
The white cockade was everywhere—
Now the court is filled wi' Hielan' men:
The King shall hae his ain again!
Chorus
Verse 3
Whaur were your guns, whaur was your shot?
Ye Hanoverian, tell me what
Became of a' your boasted might
When Highland steel flashed in the night?
Ye fled without a blow or stand,
Ye left the city in our hand—
Was ever conquest half so grand?
The King shall hae his ain again!

Chorus
The King shall hae his ain again,
The King shall hae his ain!
Frae Holyrood to London toun,
The King shall hae his ain again!

Verse 4
Now Edinburgh has kissed the rose,
And southward yet the army goes,
What fell sae fast shall fall again—
First Scotland's crown, then England's reign!
Let London tremble on the Thames,
We'll set auld England a' in flames
Wi' loyalty to Stuart claims:
The King shall hae his ain again!

Chorus
The King shall hae his ain again,
The King shall hae his ain!
Frae Holyrood to London toun,
The King shall hae his ain again!

Verse 5
So pin the white cockade on tight,
And drink unto the coming fight,
For we who stand at Holyrood
Shall see this rising come to good.
The prophecy shall yet prove true,
The rightful line restored anew—
The crown belongs to me and you:
The King shall hae his ain again!

Final Chorus
The King shall hae his ain again,
The King shall hae his ain!
Frae Holyrood to London toun,
The King shall hae his ain again!
Aye, the King shall hae his ain!

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Verse 1 Come fill your glass and raise it high, The Stuart standard's in the sky! Auld Reekie's gates are open wide, And Charlie walks wi' princely stride. Wee Geordie's loons they turned and ran Like sheep before the Highland van— So here's a health to every clan: The King shall hae his ain again! Chorus The King shall hae his ain again, The King shall hae his ain! Frae Holyrood to London toun, The King shall hae his ain again! Verse 2 They thought the clans would never rise, Those savages who they despise, But Lochiel came by dark of night And guards had fled by dawn's first light. The toun awoke to find us there, The white cockade was everywhere— Now the court is filled wi' Hielan' men: The King shall hae his ain again! Chorus Verse 3 Whaur were your guns, whaur was your shot? Ye Hanoverian, tell me what Became of a' your boasted might When Highland steel flashed in the night? Ye fled without a blow or stand, Ye left the city in our hand— Was ever conquest half so grand? The King shall hae his ain again! Chorus The King shall hae his ain again, The King shall hae his ain! Frae Holyrood to London toun, The King shall hae his ain again! Verse 4 Now Edinburgh has kissed the rose, And southward yet the army goes, What fell sae fast shall fall again— First Scotland's crown, then England's reign! Let London tremble on the Thames, We'll set auld England a' in flames Wi' loyalty to Stuart claims: The King shall hae his ain again! Chorus The King shall hae his ain again, The King shall hae his ain! Frae Holyrood to London toun, The King shall hae his ain again! Verse 5 So pin the white cockade on tight, And drink unto the coming fight, For we who stand at Holyrood Shall see this rising come to good. The prophecy shall yet prove true, The rightful line restored anew— The crown belongs to me and you: The King shall hae his ain again! Final Chorus The King shall hae his ain again, The King shall hae his ain! Frae Holyrood to London toun, The King shall hae his ain again! Aye, the King shall hae his ain!

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