Brave Lewie Roy

 

An old Gaelic Air.

 

BRAVE Lewie Roy was the flower of our Highlandmen,
Tall as the oak on the lofty Benvoirlich,
Fleet as the light-bounding tenants of Fillan-glen,
Dearer than life to his lovely neen voiuch.

 

Lone was his biding, the cave of his hiding
When forc'd to retire with our gallant Prince Charlie,
Tho manly and fearless, his bold heart was cheerless
Away from the lady he aye lov'd so dearly.