PS 3505 
 ■fl38 86 
 1921 
 
 Copy I 
 
BONNIE PRINCE CHARLIE 
 
A Recital in SONG, STORY and 
 
 DANCE of the OLD SCOTCH 
 
 ROMANCE 
 
 of 
 
 BONNIE PRINCE CHARLIE and 
 FLORA MacDONALD 
 
 Dramatization and Versification by 
 MRS. CLARENCE CRITTENDEN CALHOUN 
 
 Historical Data and Music Furnished by 
 JOHN HENDERSON GEDDES 
 
 Plates of Bonnie Prince Charlie &f Flora MacDonald 
 furnished by C. G. Vardell. D.D.. President of 
 Flora MacDonald College. Red Springs, N. C. 
 
 PUBLISHED BY 
 
 James William Bryan Press 
 
 Washington. D. C. 
 
INTRODUCTION ' 
 
 [RINCE CHARLES EDWARD STUART 
 was born towards the close of the year 1 720 in 
 Rome, and was a descendant of Mary Queen of 
 Scots. As soon as the. child had been swaddled in the 
 consecrated robes, he was placed on a couch beneath 
 a gorgeous canopy of state and held his first levee. 
 Never in after life did he receive such homage. Beau- 
 tiful dames, the brilliant leaders of a brilliant society, 
 bent the knee and covered him with caresses. Car- 
 dinals and prelates stood over him and gave him their 
 blessings. Soldiers who had been exiled from Scotland 
 to follow the declining fortunes of the house of Stuart, 
 pressed his chubby hand to their bearded lips and felt 
 a new life animating their loyalty. 
 
 At fifteen years of age he was serving in the Spanish 
 army. In a letter from the Duke of Liria to his 
 brother the Duke of Fitzjames after the siege of Gaeta 
 he says: "His manner and conversation are really 
 bewitching. We set out for Naples in a day or two, 
 where I am pretty sure his Royal Highness will charm 
 the Neapolitans much as he has done our troops. The 
 King of Naples (Don Carlos had been called King) 
 is much taken with his polite behavior and there is not 
 the least necessity of suggesting to him what is proper 
 for him to either do or say. " 
 
 A few weeks after his return from the army and while 
 he was perhaps fifteen years of age, his mother died. 
 He afterwards toured the principal Italian cities 
 where he was received in great splendor, most fitting 
 the fashion of royalty. 
 
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One of the results of this Italian tour was to impress 
 the mind of Charles with the reality of his unhappy 
 position. 
 
 His thoughts winged their flight to Scotland, that 
 country which he had never seen and over which his 
 forefathers had reigned. His father was a King with- 
 out a throne and an exile without a country, and he 
 himself, an heir apparent, with nothing to inherit. He 
 had seen service for the cause of another in the Spanish 
 army, would he not draw the sword in defense of his 
 own? Let the hour come, and he would not fail his 
 friends — only let the hour come! 
 
 He was reared from infancy never to forego the hope 
 of recovering the crown and in early youth it was his aim 
 to discipline to every kingly art those talents and 
 endowments with which nature had furnished him. 
 Features of remarkable regularity and beauty, a cer- 
 tain princely air, a noble, generous and fervid dispo- 
 sition; a soaring spirit, capable of the loftiest flights; 
 a nimble yet robust frame and an equable temperament 
 were native gifts to which he added a gentleman-like 
 and easy manner with an unfailing joyous and fluent 
 address. But the bent of his mind was towards mili- 
 tary life and he ardently longed to assume his rightful 
 position among the monarchs of Europe and be no 
 more the titular prince of a titular king. 
 
 With the backing of France, an unsuccessful 
 expedition started out for Great Britain in 1744. In 
 1745 Charles started out again with only two vessels 
 and sailed in earnest for the shores of Scotland. 
 
 John Henderson Geddes 
 
THE STORY OF THE CLAYMORE 
 
 WHICH IS USED BY "PRINCE 
 
 CHARLIE" IN THE PLAY 
 
 [HE famous Claymore used in this first presenta- 
 tion is the original sword presented to Bonnie 
 Prince Charlie "When he first set foot on his 
 native shore" by the Lord MacDonald of the Isles 
 and Chief McKenzie of the day. 
 
 The scabbard is of heavy silver, hand chiselled, with 
 a design of Scotch thistles. The open work of the hilt 
 is also a design of thistles surmounted by one heavily 
 wrought thistle enclosing an amethyst with the 
 initials of the Prince, "C.E.S. " (Charles Edward 
 Stuart). This thistle is detachable and was used by 
 the Prince as a seal. The eagles on the hilt are in 
 commemoration of the ''King of Birds" that flew out 
 to welcome the future King of Scotland. The re- 
 verse side of this scabbard bears the words of the 
 inscription "At our palace of Holy-Rood in the year 
 1745 Semper Fidelis Secret et Hardi/' 
 
 The fine blade of Damascus steel bears, also, the 
 embossed arms of the donors. 
 
 This Claymore was presented, in September 1920, 
 to Mrs. Clarence Crittenden Calhoun, by Lord Gar- 
 ioch, only son and heir of the Thirty-third Earl of 
 Mar, thro the British Embassy in Washington with the 
 following inscription: 
 
 "To Julia Cornelia (Daisy) Calhoun, one of 
 the descendants on her mother's side of the 
 House of Mar, I, The Lord Garioch, only son of 
 the Thirty-third Earl of Mar, Premier Earl 
 
of Scotland, present this Claymore which once 
 belonged to "Prince Charlie", in view of the 
 fact that it was for their loyalty and adherence 
 to the Stuart Cause that the Earls of Mar suffered 
 so greatly in their estates and fortunes, that some 
 of the family in Exile sought refuge in America, 
 where they have ever maintained those high 
 standards of Honor, for which their forbears 
 were, so justly famed. 
 
 Garioch., 1920 
 
 As a memorial to her mother and in commemora- 
 tion of the gift of the sword, Mrs. Calhoun has com- 
 posed the historical data and songs into the play 
 given herewith for the educational benefit of the boys 
 and girls in the Southern Mountains, most of them 
 descendants of Scotch Revolutionary war heroes. 
 
PROLOGUE 
 
 A brief romantic tale we'll now unfold 
 All woven through with verse and song and dance 
 About a Prince, so bonnie, gay and bold, 
 And of a maiden fair, which will entrance, 
 'Tis hoped, this audience, for a little while 
 And cause, perhaps, a sigh, mayhap, a smile; 
 But know, ^tis true, the story, thus revealed. 
 And hear some facts, by history long concealed; 
 For the first time arranged for your delight — 
 So pray be kind, not critical tonight 
 And bear with me while I recite 
 "An Ode to Scotland" : 
 
 Old Scotland I love thee, thou art dearer to me, 
 Than all lands that are girt by the wide rolling sea. 
 Though asleep not in sunshine like islands afar. 
 Yet thou art gallant in love and triumphant in|war. 
 
 Thy cloud covered hills that look up from the seas. 
 Wave sternly their wild woods aloft in the breeze. 
 Where flies the bold eagle in freedom on high 
 Through regions of cloud in its wild native sky. 
 
 O name not the land where the olive tree grows, 
 Nor land of the Shamrock, nor land of the Rose, 
 But show me the thistle that waves its proud head 
 O'er heroes whose blood for their country was shed. 
 
 Then tell me of bards and of warriors bold, 
 Who wielded their brands in the battles of old. 
 Who conquered and died for their own native land. 
 With the maidens so fair and its mountains so grand. ' 
 
 The poem just said is by one Andrew Park — 
 The play'll now begin, the house become dark; 
 My cue is just to disappear, 
 
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And give for patience — Thanks, sincere. 
 But I must now a chorus be, , 
 Stand in the wing, and let you see 
 The portraits of the artists here 
 Who soon before you will appear 
 In sequence as they'll speak to you — 
 They'll pass before you in review. 
 
 1. Ould Andy MacDougall, a braw Scot is he 
 Thro all Scotland famed for his fine loyalty. 
 
 2. Youn Angus McLean you see here portrayed 
 Whom no ill fortune e'er dismayed. 
 
 So dauntless was he, so gallant and gay, 
 He fairly frightened misfortune away. 
 
 3. Behold, the Bonnie Prince is here, 
 A name to every Scotsman dear; 
 "The dress that our Prince Charlie had 
 Was bonnet blue and tartan plaid, 
 And O, he was a handsome lad — 
 None could -compare wi'^ Charlie!" 
 
 4. Flora MacDonald, a maiden rare. 
 Cultured, gentle, brave and fair, 
 
 Full of high courage of mind and soul — 
 In letters of fame her name we enroll. 
 
 5. Next you see sweet Janet McPherson, 
 Truly called "a charming young person". 
 Her picture here is fair to see. 
 
 But you'll like her best in reality. 
 
 6. Then Roy Glenronnald comes to view, 
 A courtier and a warrior too ; 
 
 He'd sing and dance, or wield a sword, 
 And aye his Bonnie Prince adored. 
 
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7. Brave Betty Burke, Flora's maid, 
 Appears before you. Unafraid 
 Of anything, is Betty Burke, 
 
 At "Kings or Cabbages" she'd smirk. 
 
 8. Last comes the famous Claymore of the Prince, 
 At Holyrood given, and treasured since 
 
 By those good and trusty peers, the Mars — 
 Of Stuart followers, the stars. 
 Regents of Scotland, once were they, 
 While the Stuarts still held sway — 
 A proud and clannish race they are, 
 They'll fight for any kin of Mar. 
 
 How the sword came here to right a wrong 
 Would make another vaVrous song. 
 
 Characters in the order of their appearance 
 
 Andy McDougall The Piper 
 
 Angus McLean Officer, Prince Charlie's Staff 
 
 "Bonnie Prince Charlie" .... Charles Edward Stuart 
 
 Roy Glenronnald Officer 
 
 Flora Macdonald 
 
 Janet McPherson Flora's Friend 
 
 Betty Burke Flora's Maid 
 
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SCENE OF THE SCOTCH ROMANCE 
 
 Scene opens in a rude, thatched hut on the Scotch 
 Moors, front opens to stage; tall heather around sides, 
 crags in background. 
 
 Interor shows a wide, fieldstone fireplace, a rough 
 table and some stools opposite fireplace, against wall; 
 shelf over table; bagpipe by fireplace (lower right); 
 upper left some sheepskins are laid on the floor, on 
 them, covered by a plaid, face and all, is the figure 
 of a man (Prince Charlie) ; crouched at his feet is an- 
 other figure, (Angus McLean), a young Highlander, 
 in kilts, the McLean tartan, his knees are drawn up, 
 his head on his knees, his bonnet fallen off at his side. 
 He is also sleeping soundly. An old Highlander 
 (Andy MacDougall) is stirring an iron pot of porridge 
 in the fireplace. He moves softly so as not to disturb 
 the sleepers and each time he uses the iron spoon he 
 turns his head anxiously and looks at them. He then 
 tiptoes to the table and gently opens the drawer, 
 taking out some spoons. He lets one fall. Angus 
 springs to his feet; the other figure turns, moans and 
 turns back again. 
 
 ANGUS: (Softly) 
 
 Wha's that? Sounded like the trump o' doom! 
 
 ANDY : (Under his breath) 
 
 Hoot, mon, pardon, I but dropped a spoon. 
 
 (They both look at the sleeping form. Angus, 
 smiling, shakes his first at Andy and points to his com- 
 panion, now stirring uneasily. They draw down 
 stage near fireplace.) 
 
 ANDY: 
 
 I am fash't, my lord, but glad I am 
 That I have a wee bit sup for ye; 
 
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After y'r lang and weary span 
 
 Baith tired an' hungry ye mon be. 
 
 (Prince Charlie springs up, yawns and laughs.) 
 
 PRINCE CHARLIE: 
 
 Weel, weel, my frien' — I dinna ken 
 
 If I'm awake or 'sleep again; 
 
 Is this a dream — or do I sniff 
 
 The smell of porridge an' a whiff 
 
 Of stirabout? 
 
 (Andy now bustles about, and Angus helps him set 
 table in front of the fire, puts two bowls on table after 
 filling them from a steaming pot. Andy opens cup- 
 board by fireplace and takes from it some oaten cakes 
 on a pewter platter, also a pewter tankard, a squat 
 earthenware bottle and two mugs, which he setston 
 the table.) 
 
 ANDY: 
 
 Come up, dear sirs, and sit ye doon 
 
 An' let ould Andy serve ye weel. 
 
 On his knees an' wi'out his shoon 
 
 He fain would show his lo'e so leal. 
 
 (Prince Charlie seats himself, Angus stands at atten- 
 tion until Prince Charlie waves his hand toward the 
 other seat. Prince Charlie then turns to Andy :) 
 
 PRINCE CHARLIE: 
 Ye ha'e shown it a' ready, my dear ol' frien' 
 By gi'en us shelter and hidin' us here — 
 Wi' a price on my head frae land's end to land's end, 
 An' hunted about like the fleet Highland deer. 
 Had it no been for ye, we'd be out in the hills 
 Exposed to the weather and many worse ills. 
 
 ANDY: 
 
 This spot will ever sacred be 
 And known through the whole countree 
 
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As where the Bonnie Prince did stay 
 While on the road to the faraway; — 
 Wa'd your Highness Hke me to pipe a lay 
 While ye sup and smoke and rest awhile? 
 It may y'r weary thochts beguile. 
 
 ANGUS : (Jumping up) 
 
 Let me sing ye the sang o' me ane brave clan 
 When ye first set foot on y'r native Ian'. 
 
 (Prince Charlie nods and smokes and Angus con- 
 tinues) : 
 
 "Pipe up old Andy and gi'e me the key — " 
 (Andy strikes up the tune of "Come O'er the Sea 
 
 Charlie"; Angus pours himself a drink of Scotch, and 
 
 cuts a caper.) 
 
 ANGUS: 
 
 I feel like singin' a fine ould glee. 
 
 (Angus sings.) 
 "Come o'er the stream Charlie, dear Charlie, brave 
 Charlie, 
 Come o'er the stream Charlie, and dine with McLean; 
 And welcome our Charlie and his royal train; 
 
 We'll bring down the red deer, we'll bring down the 
 the black steer, 
 The lamb from the Bracken, the 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. 
 
 "Come o'er the stream Charlie, dear Charlie, brave 
 Charlie, 
 
 Come o'er the stream Charlie, and dine with McLean ; 
 And ye shall drink freely the dews of Glen Sheerly, 
 
 That stream in the starlight, when Kings dinna ken; 
 And deep be your meed of the wine that is red 
 
 To drink to your sire and his friend the McLean. 
 
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"Come o'er the stream Charlie, dear Charlie, brave 
 Charlie, 
 
 Come o'er the stream Charlie, and dine with McLean. 
 If aught will invite you — or more will delight you, 
 
 'Tis ready — a troop of our bold Highlandmen 
 Shall range on the heather with bayonet and feather, 
 
 Strong arms and broad claymores, three hundred 
 and ten." 
 
 (At the close of song Angus wipes his eyes on the 
 sleeve of his coat.) 
 
 ANGUS: 
 
 What a landin' that was, ah me! 
 
 How high were our hopes for ye I 
 
 But wi' no men from France 
 
 No arms, an' no guarantee. 
 
 The battle came off only through loyalty. 
 
 PRINCE CHARLIE: 
 
 Did ye know there was a price 
 
 O' ten thousand pounds in trice 
 
 Upon my head? 
 
 (A murmur of voices off stage, Prince Charlie stops 
 and listens.) 
 
 PRINCE CHARLIE: 
 
 What noise is that? Hist, do I hear voices nearing? 
 
 Come Andy, pretend ye are abed — 
 
 We'll out through the side door, but stay within 
 good hearing. 
 
 (Exuent Prince Charlie and Angus through side 
 door.) 
 
 (Andy retires to cot, hurriedly.) 
 
 ANDY: (From cot) 
 
 Who's there? Lowlander, Heelander? 
 Friend, traitor, or foe? 
 
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FLO RA : (From outside) 
 A friend, Flora MacDonald, 
 Whom weel ye mon know. 
 (Andy jumps up and flings wide the door.) 
 
 ANDY: 
 
 Then enter, dear lady, 
 Ye are more|welcome here 
 Than sunlight on bracken 
 Or the stream to the deer. 
 
 (Enter Flora, stepping inside the door, followed by 
 Janet McPherson, Betty Burke and Roy Glenronald, 
 all crowd in behind her. 
 
 FLORA: (In center looking around) 
 Where is? — Where are? — 
 Ye know of whom I speak. 
 
 PRINCE CHARLIE: (Entering side door with both 
 hands outstretched to Flora.) 
 
 Diiar lady he is not far, 
 
 The one whom ye do seek. 
 
 (Flora makes as if to bow her knee, Prince Charlie 
 raises her, they stand for a moment with hands clasped ; 
 Angus enters and silently greets Janet, Betty and 
 Roy.) 
 
 PRINCE CHARLIE: 
 
 I ha'e nae seen ye sin' the ball at Holyrood, 
 Now, in these lonely wilds, what is it that ye would? 
 
 FLORA: 
 
 I heard the wild call of duty, 
 
 A clear ringing call — 
 
 Like the pibroch's shrill summons — 
 
 But not for a ball! (Earnestly Flora continues) 
 
 Your friend, Lady MacDonald, 
 
 Sent us to you — 
 
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(Janet McPherson steps fro ward and courtesies to 
 Prince Charlie, then turns to Flora:) 
 
 JANET: 
 
 Oh Flora! Tell the Prince 
 What we all know is true — 
 
 FLORA: (making a mock courtesy.) 
 
 Your Highness, this is Lady Janet McPherson. 
 
 PRINCE CHARLIE: (Saluting) 
 
 I salute a new friend in this charming young person. 
 
 (They both smile and courtesy again, Flora points 
 her hand to the maid.) 
 
 FLORA: 
 
 And this is Betty Burke — (Betty^goes down on both 
 knees) 
 
 Stand up girl, dinna smirk — 
 
 (To Prince Charlie with embarrassment) 
 
 FLORA: 
 
 Betty here is of a size — 
 
 We thocht — that is — I can't tell lies — 
 
 JANET: 
 
 Let me tell your Highness — 
 'Twas Flora's own plan, 
 Lady MacDonald abetting, 
 With one serving man 
 We came down from Athol 
 And sent our man back, 
 Meeting Roy on the road, 
 Who carried our pack. 
 (Betty here shows the bundle.) 
 
 FLORA: 
 
 'Tis a dress for your Highness, 
 A perfect disguise — 
 
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If you will but wear it 
 The most curious eyes 
 Cannot penetrate it; 
 Ye might safely pass by 
 E'en John Cope himself 
 And the enemy spy. 
 
 PRINCE CHARLIE: 
 For you, my brave lady, 
 I'll wear what ye say. 
 
 FLORA: 
 
 Then put on this dress! — 
 Before break o' day 
 We all must be gone. 
 
 PRINCE CHARLIE: 
 
 If we've the night before us — 
 And the night has just begun — 
 Let us talk and have some music 
 An' e'en a little fun; 
 It may be dark tomorrow — 
 The clouds are hov'rin' near — 
 So let us laugh and sing awhile 
 And pass the hours with Cheer. 
 Come, piper, lift that philabeg 
 And let friend Angus shake his leg. 
 
 (Piper plays and Angus dances.) 
 
 FLORA: (Clapping her hands.) 
 
 Aye, we're young yet, tho danger's near 
 We'll have our smile and will not fear 
 If later, then, must come the tear! 
 So piper, start the tune, we pray, 
 Ae'll all join in the roundalay. 
 
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(All sing, "Cam' Ye By Athol. ") 
 
 Cam' ye by Athol, lad wi' the philabeg 
 
 Down by the Tummel, or banks o' the Garry? 
 Saw ye the lads wi' their bonnets and white cockades. 
 
 Leaving their mountains to follow Prince Charlie? 
 Follow thee, follow thee, who wad nae follow thee? 
 
 Lang hast thou loved and trusted us fairly ! 
 Charlie, Charlie, wha wad nae follow thee? 
 
 King o' the Highland hearts, Bonnie Prince Charlie ! 
 
 One brother have I, my gallant young Donald; 
 
 But if I had ten they should follow Glengarry; 
 Health to MacDonald, and gallant Clanronald, 
 
 For these are the men that will die for their Charlie. 
 
 Follow thee, follow thee, who wad nae follow thee? 
 
 Lang hast thou loved and trusted us fairly! 
 Charlie, Charlie, who wad nae follow thee? 
 
 King o' the Highland hearts, Bonnie Prince Charlie ! 
 ni to Lochiel and Appin, and kneel to them; 
 
 Down by Lord Murray and Roy or Kildarlie; 
 Brave Mackintosh, he shall fly to the field wi' them; 
 
 These are the lads I can trust wi' my Charlie! 
 
 Follow thee. Follow thee — etc. 
 
 Down through the Lowlands, down wi ' the whigamore, 
 Loyal true Highlanders, down wi' them rarely, 
 
 Ronald and Donald, drive on wi' the braid claymore, 
 Over the necks of the foes of Prince Charlie! 
 
 Follow thee, Follow thee — etc. 
 
 (At the conclusion of the song Prince Charlie steps 
 forth and declaims.) 
 
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PRINCE CHARLIE: 
 
 The loyal Mars hae kept the faith 
 Alight in every Highland breast 
 And weel I know unto the death 
 They'll give the enemy nae rest. 
 But if the worst comes to the worst 
 Mysel, ril roam this Highland glen 
 Awake the echoes with my shout 
 And gather up my ain true men. 
 
 (Prince Charlie draws his sword brandishing it.) 
 
 With my keen claymore laid about 
 I'll put the enemy to rout. 
 
 ANGUS: (Leaping forward; others also press for- 
 ward.) 
 
 I'd follow ye to death alone 
 Tho' everyone foreswore ye — 
 McLean, if armed with but a stone, 
 Wad cut a path before ye. 
 
 QUARTETTE : (" Wha Wad Nae Fight for Charlie? ") 
 
 "Wha wad nae fight for Charlie? 
 
 Wha wad nae draw the sword? 
 Wha wad nae up an' rally 
 
 At the Royal Prince's word? 
 Think on Scotia's ancient heroes, 
 
 Think on foreign foes repelled; 
 Think on the glorious Bruce and Wallace, 
 
 Wha the proud usurpers quell'd. 
 
 Wha wad nae fight for Charlie — etc. 
 
 Rouse, rouse, ye kilted warriors. 
 Rouse, ye heroes of the North ; 
 
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Rouse, and join your chieftain's banners, 
 'Tis your Prince that leads you forth. 
 Shall we basely crouch to tyrants? 
 
 Shall we own a foreign sway? 
 Shall a Royal Stuart be banished 
 
 While a stranger rules the day ? 
 
 Wha wad nae fight for Charlie — etc. 
 
 See the Northern clans advancing, 
 
 See Glengarry and Lochiel; 
 See the brandished broadswords glancing 
 
 Highland hearts are true as steel. 
 Now our Prince has raised his banner 
 
 Now triumphant is our cause; 
 Now the Scottish lion rallies — 
 
 Let us strike for Prince and laws. 
 
 Wha wad nae fight for Charlie — etc. 
 
 (Encore — Standard o' the Braes o' Mar) 
 
 (At the conclusion of the song Flora turns to Prince 
 Charlie.) 
 
 FLORA: 
 
 Will ye not saing y'rself my Prince — 
 A sang ye sang me not long since 
 At Holyrood ? 
 
 PRINCE CHARLIE: 
 
 Indeed I should be glad 
 
 To sing a serenade 
 
 To my country's fairest maid. 
 
 Pipe low, old bard, I'll sing the tune — 
 
 "My lo'e is like a rose in bloom." 
 
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Composed by Alexander Laing — Brechin. 
 THE STANDARD ON THE BRAES O' MAR 
 
 1715 
 The Standard on the braes O' Mar, 
 
 Is up and streaming rarely; 
 The Gathering Pipe on Loch-na-Gar 
 
 Is sounding loud and sairly.(^) 
 The Hielandmen, frae hill and glen, 
 
 Wi' belted plaids and burnished blades ; 
 Wi' bonnets blue and hearts sae true, 
 Are coming late and early. 
 
 Wha wadna join our noble Chief, 
 
 The Drummond and Glengarry, 
 MacGregor, Nithsdale, Rollo, Keith, 
 
 Panmure and gallant Murray? 
 MacDonald's men, Cfen-Ranald's men, 
 
 MacKenzie's men, MacGillivray's men, 
 Strathallan's men, The Lowland men, 
 
 O' Callander and Airly. 
 
 Our Prince has made a noble vdw, 
 
 To free his country fairly; 
 Then wha would be a traitor now 
 
 To ane (one) we lo'e sae dearly; 
 We'll go, we'll go, and seek the foe 
 
 By land or sea, where'er they be ; 
 Then man to man and in the van 
 
 We'll win or dee for Charlie. 
 
 (^) — Sairly, an old Scottish word which means and 
 is used here as "appealingly." 
 
(Prince Charlie sings.) 
 
 **0 my love is like a red, red rose 
 That's newly sprung in June! 
 O my love is like a melody 
 
 That's sweetly played in tune! 
 As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, 
 
 So deep in love am I ; 
 And I will love thee still my dear 
 
 Till a the seas gang dry, 
 Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, 
 Till a' the seas gang dry, 
 And I will love thee still, my dear. 
 
 Till a' the seas gang dry. 
 Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear. 
 And the rocks melt wi' the sun; 
 And I will love thee still, my dear. 
 While the sands of life shall run. 
 But fare-thee-weel, my only love, 
 
 O fare-thee-weel awhile! 
 And I will come again, my love, 
 
 Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile; 
 Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile, my love, 
 
 Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile; 
 And I will come again, my love, * \ 
 
 Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile. 
 
 (After the serenade Prince Charlie approaches Flora 
 and murmurs softly, the others move back; Prince 
 Charlie with his back to audience says something to 
 Flora, appealingly; Flora looks up at him and speaks 
 in a tremulous voice; 
 
 FLORA: 
 
 Nay, nay, my Prince, it cannot be — 
 
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(Prince Charlie turns so his side-face is to audience, 
 still looking into Flora's eyes.) 
 
 PRINCE CHARLIE: 
 
 But you are a maiden of High Degree — 
 
 FLORA: 
 
 Not high enough for Royalty. 
 
 PRINCE CHARLIE: (With a bitter laugh) 
 Such Royalty! no throne, no crown and no coun- 
 
 tree ! 
 
 Oh, Flora, can't you forget — for me? 
 
 FLORA: 
 
 Aye, forget myself, but remember thee, 
 I love thee too much, sire, it must not be. 
 
 (Prince Charlie takes Flora's hand and they move 
 to back of the room, he leaning against the lintel of 
 the door, she looking down as he pleads with her.) 
 
 (Angus, Roy and Janet come down stage, laughing 
 and joking. Old Andy talks to Betty Burke, over by 
 the cot.) 
 
 ANGUS: 
 
 O was it not fun. 
 
 With John Cope on the run, 
 
 He came out to Lord Kase 
 
 After his chase 
 
 With news of his beatin' 
 
 And called it retreatin'. 
 
 ROY: 
 
 When Johnnie Cope to Dunbar came 
 
 They speir'd at him, "Where's a' y'r men?" — 
 
 "The de'il confound me gin I ken, 
 
 For I left them a' in the morning." 
 
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"Now Johnnie, troth, ye were nae blate. 
 To come wi' the news o' y'r ain defeat, 
 An' leave y'r men in sic a straight, 
 So early in the morning. " 
 
 "In faith," quo' Johnnie, "I got sic flegs, 
 Wi' their claymores and philabegs, 
 If I face them de'il break my legs. 
 So I wish you a' good morning" 
 
 ANGUS: 
 
 An' then it was we laid stout siege to Carlisle town 
 And battered all their ramparts down, 
 An wi' y'r hundred pipers there 
 Did enter in, to their despair. 
 
 ROY: 
 
 The song, the song, the hundred pipers! 
 
 (All sing) 
 
 Wi' a hundred pipers, an' a', an' a', 
 Wi' a hundred pipers, an' a' , an' a'. 
 We'll up and gie them a blaw, a blaw, 
 Wi' a hundred pipers, an' a', an' a'. 
 Of it owre the border, awa', awa'; 
 It's owre the border, awa', awa'; 
 We'll on an' we'll march to Carlises ha' 
 Wi' its yetts, its castle, an' a'm an' a'. 
 
 Will they a return to their ain dear glen? 
 Will they a' return, our Highland men? 
 Second-sighted Sandy looked fy' wae, 
 And mithers greet when they marched away. 
 Oh! our sodger lads look'd braw, look'd braw 
 Wi' their tartans, kilt, an' a', an' a', 
 Wi' their bonnets and feathers, an' glitterin' gear, 
 An'f pibrochs soundin' loud and clear, 
 
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His bonnet an' feather he's wavin' high, 
 His prancing steed maist seems to fly; 
 The Nor' wind plays wi' his curly hair, 
 While the pipers blaw wi' a unco flare. 
 Oh! wha is foremost o' a', o' a'? 
 Oha is foremost o' a', o' a'? 
 Bonnie Charlie, the King o' us a', hurrah! 
 Wi' his hundred pipers, an' a', an' a . 
 
 (At the conclusion of the song of the hundred pipers 
 the music continues and all join in the Scotch dance.) 
 
 (Special dances by the Bagpipers.) 
 
 FLORA: 
 
 Now let's not greet, nor sadly dwell 
 On the happenings since that day 
 When our fighting forces fell 
 Or turned their backs upon the fray 
 Of tragic, dark, Culloden — 
 Nor muse upon your hunted stay 
 In lowly mountain, moor and fen. 
 
 (Prince Charlie turns away.) 
 
 My stepfather. Captain of Infantry, 
 Has gi'en me a pass, good for three — 
 A man, my Betty Burke, and me, 
 To visit my mother at Skye. 
 Now don the dress and we will fly. 
 
 (Betty and Andy pick up plaid, hold it out across 
 a corner, making a dressing room for Prince Charlie.) 
 
 ROY: 
 
 A royal dressing room, behold. 
 Behind this modest tartan's fold — 
 
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A turn will make a man a maid, 
 And thus disguised he'll not be 'fraid 
 To start for Skye in the mornin' ! 
 
 PRINCE CHARLIE: 
 
 I'll do it then, but first take warning, 
 A queer handmaid I will be. 
 An' trouble ye may have wi' me! 
 
 FLORA: 
 
 I'm not afraid, O sire, make haste, 
 I feel we have no time to waste. 
 
 JANET: 
 
 Do ye mind the Skye boat song? 
 
 FLORA: (Sings) 
 Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird in the wing, 
 
 Onward the sailors cry, 
 Carry the lad that's born to be King, 
 
 Over the sea to Skye. 
 
 Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar, 
 
 Thunder-clouds rend the air; 
 Baffled, our foes stand by the shore; 
 
 Follow they will not dare. 
 
 All speed bonnie boat — etc. 
 
 Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep; 
 
 Ocean's a royal bed; 
 Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep 
 
 Watch by your weary head. 
 
 All speed bonnie boat — etc. 
 
 Many't the lad fought on that day 
 
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Well the claymore could weild, 
 When the night -came silently lay 
 Dead on Culloden's field. 
 
 All speed bonnie boat — etc. 
 
 Burned our homes, exile and death 
 
 Scatter the loyal men, 
 Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath 
 
 Charlie will come again. 
 
 All speed bonnie boat — etc. 
 
 (At conclusion of song Charlie enters from behind 
 the plaid.) 
 
 PRINCE CHARLIE: 
 Behold a blushing maiden 
 That's ready for the fray, 
 So lead me to the boat for Skye 
 We mon be on our way — 
 But before we go I'll sing again. 
 My lady fair, one last refrain. 
 
 (Snatching the shawl from his head he sings Prince 
 Charlie's Farewell.) 
 
 "The voice of the spirit of tempest is near, love 
 Lo! heartless misfortune has struck the last blow; 
 O where are the souls of the brave I revere, love; 
 Farewell to my bright dreams of fame, love, and glory ; 
 Farewell, bonnie Highlands, still dear, dear to me; 
 Farewell my lost love, my soul's dearest Flora, 
 My last sigh I'll give to dear Scotland, and thee. 
 
 Sound, sound is the sleep of the brave, 'neath the 
 
 willow — 
 Beneath the proud flag that in battle they bore; 
 
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But, alas ! for the dream on my lightning-rent pillow. 
 When love hath departed and hope is no more. 
 When haunted by foemen and soul-clouding sadness, 
 Homeless and hopeless, by traitors oppressed — 
 When stung by the storms of misfortune to madness, 
 O sweet were the dreams that I dreamt on your 
 breast. 
 
 Now welcome, ye dark stormy clouds that benight me, 
 Welcome ye ghosts of the good and the brave; 
 The pibroch's loud summons no more can delight me. 
 My song be the wild winds that sweep their lone grave. 
 See, see, yon proud eagle through stormy clouds soaring, . 
 How fearless the flight of the wing that is free; 
 Such joy may be mine, love, when Heaven restoring 
 The land I love dear, and my Flora to me. 
 
 (Prince Charlie turns to the others.) 
 
 Farewell brave hearts, 
 ril come again. 
 
 (Prince Charlie shakes hands with Andy and Betty 
 Burke; Flora embraces Janet and turns to Roy.) 
 
 (Roy signals the others to sing the quartet Bonnie 
 Prince Charlie's "Noo Awa.") 
 
 BONNIE CHARLIE NOO AWA' 
 
 Bonnie Charlie's noo awa' ; 
 
 Safely owre the friendly main; 
 Mony a heart will break in twa. 
 
 Should he ne'er come back again. 
 Will ye no come back again? 
 
 Will ye no come back again? ^ 
 Better lo'ed ye canna be 
 
 Will ye no come back again? 
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Ye trusted in your Highland men 
 
 They trusted you, dear Charlie! 
 They kent your hiding in the glen, 
 
 Death or exile braving. 
 
 Will ye no come back again — etc. 
 
 English bribes were a' in vain, 
 
 Tho' puir and puirer we maun be; 
 
 Siller canna buy the heart. 
 
 That beats aye for thine and thee. 
 
 Will ye no come back again — etc. 
 
 We watched thee in the gloamin' hour, 
 We watched thee in the mornin' gray; 
 
 Tho' thirty thousand pound they gie, 
 Oh there is nane that would betray! 
 
 Will ye no come back again — etc. 
 
 Sweet the Laverick's note and lang, 
 
 Lilting wildly up the glen; 
 But aye to me he sings ae sang; 
 
 Will ye no come back again? 
 
 Will ye no come back again — etc. 
 
 FLORA: (To Roy) 
 
 Take her with you, dear friend — (turning to Janet) 
 But soon I will return, dear, 
 Betty, Andy, and Roy, here, 
 Will see you safely home again. 
 
 (Flora kisses Janet once more and with hand waving 
 Flora, Prince Charlie and Angus exuent through side 
 door.) 
 
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JANET : (Wiping her eyes) 
 
 When Flora returns she'll come back alane, 
 Prince Charlie will be far out on the main. 
 
 ROY: 
 
 A Royal Prince may never stay, 
 He always loves and rides away — 
 And a maid is left to sigh alway; 
 I've made a song, a woeful tale; 
 Come, Janet, sing your tuneful wail. 
 
 (Janet sings "Flora's Lament.") 
 
 "FLORA MACDONALD'S LAMENT" 
 
 Far over yon hills of the heather so green. 
 And down by the corrie that sings to the sea, 
 The bonnie young Flora sat singing her lane, 
 The dew on her plaid, and the tear in her e'e; 
 She looked at a boat with the breezes that swung, 
 Away on the wave, like the bird of the main; 
 And aye, as it lessened, she sighed and she sung, 
 Fareweel to the lad I shall ne'er see again! 
 Fareweel to my hero, the gallant and young! 
 Fareweel to the lad I shall ne'er see again! 
 
 The moor-cock that craws on the brow of Bon Connal, 
 He kens o' his bed in a sweet mossy hame; 
 The eagle that soars on the cliffs of Clanronald, 
 Unawed and unhunted, his eyrie can claim; 
 The solan can sleep on his shelve of the shore. 
 The cormorant roost on his rock of the sea; 
 But oh ! there is one whose hard fate I deplore. 
 No house ha'e, not hame, in his own country has he! 
 The conflict is past, and our name is no more! 
 There's naught. left but sorrow for Scotland and me. 
 
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The target is torn from the arms of the just; 
 The helmet is cleft on the brow of the brave; 
 The claymore forever in darkness must rust, 
 But red is the sword of the stranger and slave. 
 The hoof of the horse and the foot of the proud 
 Have trod o'er the plumes on the bonnets of blue.'^ 
 Why slept the red bolt in the breast of the cloud, 
 When tyranny revell'd in blood of the true? 
 Fareweel, my young hero, the gallant and good! 
 The crown of the fathers is torn from thy brow ! 
 
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 How to Lunnon's Tower, so hoary, 
 
 They took fair Flora a prisoner there 
 
 For helping her Prince, so debonaire 
 
 To fly back to France from England's snare. 
 
 Then for'three long months she languished alone 
 
 But when the truth of her bravery was known 
 
 She was pardoned, and again she reigned — 
 
 As social queen of London proclaimed. 
 
 But tiring of this she once more returned 
 
 To her own loved Scotland, where she learned 
 
 That things for the Prince's faithful band 
 
 Were such she must fly from her native land — 
 
 But not to France, at the Prince's request; 
 
 So she proved she loved him and her country best 
 
 By denying romance, and deciding to wed 
 
 A cousin who long had loved her, instead. 
 
 Then she came to these New England shores 
 Where she found the reverse of open doors — 
 And went on down into North Carolina 
 Where they say that today no story is finer 
 Than her life there devoid of all comfort and ease 
 At the head of her band of Scotch refugees. 
 
 " some years of toil, sorrow and stress 
 "•lidst of that new world wilderness 
 
 "d to her home and was lauded there 
 "ave beyond compare. 
 
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