After listening to the record about 10 times we've almost got it.

The Fate O' Charlie
Lochiel, Lochiel, my brave Lochiel,
Beware of Cumberland, my dearie.
Culloden's field this day will seal
The fate o' Scotland's ain Prince Charlie.

The Highland clans nae more are seen
Tae fight for him for ne'er was **eerie.**
They fallen are on yon red field
And trampled doon for following Charlie.

He was a prince, nane dare say no.
The truth o' this we a' ken'd fairly.
Then wha would no' join hand in hand
Tae keep frae **scaith** oor ain Prince Charlie.

Glen**Erland's** bride stood at the yett (gate)
Her lover's steed arrived recht early
His rider's gane, his bridle's wet
Wi' blood o' him wha fell for Charlie.

Oh, weep fair maids o' Scotland's isle;
Weep loud fair Lady o' sweet Airly.
Culloden reeks wi' purple gore
O' those who bled for Scotland's Charlie.

Maybe now some experts on the doric will finish this for us???
Robyn