Oh, who will play the silver whistle
When my king's son to sea is going?
To Scotland prepares, prepares his coming
Upon a large ship o'er the ocean

The ship it has three masts of silver
With ropes so light of french silk woven
Upon each end are fixed golden pulleys
To bring my king's son ashore and landed

When my king's son he comes back home
No griddle scones will food be for him
But loaves of bread, bread will be baking
For Charles with eyes so blue enticing

Oh welcome you to fame and honor
Fiddles and choice tunes attend you
And I will be dancing, and I will be singing
And I will play the silver whistle

Oh, who will play the silver whistle
When my king's son to sea is going?
To Scotland prepares, prepares his coming
Upon a large ship o'er the ocean

The ship it has three masts of silver
With ropes so light of french silk woven
Upon each end are fixed golden pulleys
To bring my king's son ashore and landed

When my king's son he comes back home
No griddle scones will food be for him
But loaves of bread, bread will baking
For Charles with eyes so blue enticing

Oh welcome you to fame and honor
Fiddles and choice tunes attend you
And I will be dancing, and I will be singing
And I will play the silver whistle