Sound The Pibroch - The Corries

Sound the pibroch loud and high

Frae John o' Groats tae Isle o' Skye

Let every clan their slogan cry

Rise and follow Charlie

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham

Rise and follow Charlie

See that small devoted band

By dark Loch Shiel they’ve made their stand

And bravely vowed wi' heart and hand

To rise and Royal Charlie

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham

Rise and follow Charlie

From every hill and every glen

Are gatherin' fast the loyal men

They grasp their dirks and shout again

Hurrah for Royal Charlie

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham

Rise and follow Charlie

On dark Culloden’s field of gore

Hark they shout 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, fodham, fodham

Rise and follow Charlie

Now on the barren heath they lie

Their Funeral Dirge the eagle’s cry

Mountain breezes o’er them sigh

Wha' fought and died for Charlie

No more we’ll see such deeds again

Deserted is each Highland glen

And lonely cairns are o’er the men

Wha' fought and died for Charlie

Sound the pibroch loud and high

Frae John o' Groats tae Isle o' Skye

Let every clan their slogan cry

Rise and follow Charlie

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham

Rise and follow Charlie

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham

Rise and follow Charlie