This is from Robert Ford: Vagabond Songs and Ballads of Scotland Volume 2 (1901):

BONNIE JEANIE CAMERON

You'll a' ha'e heard tell o' bonnie Jeanie Cameron,
How she fell sick, and she was like to dee;
And a' that they could recommend der
Was a'e blythe blink o' the Young Pretender:
    Rare, O rare, bonnie Jeanie Cameron!
    Rare, O rare, Jeanie Cameron!

The doctor was sent for, to see if he could cure her;
Quickly he came—he made no delay;
But a' that he could recommend her
Was a'e blythe blink o' the Young Pretender:
    Rare, O rare, bonnie Jeanie Cameron!
    Rare, O rare, Jeanie Cameron!

To Charlie she wrote a very long letter,
Stating who were his friends and who were his foes;
And a' her words were sweet and tender,
To win the heart o' the Young Pretender:
    Rare, O rare, bonnie Jeanie Cameron!
    Rare, O rare, Jeanie Cameron!

O, scarcely had she sealed the letter wi' a ring,
When up flew the door and in came her king;
She prayed to the saints—bade angels defend her
And sank in the arms o' the Young Pretender:
    Rare, O rare, bonnie Jeanie Cameron!
    Rare, O rare, Jeanie Cameron!