Carle, now the Queen's come!
Carle, now the Queen's come!
Thou shalt dance an' I shall sing,
Carle, now the Queen's come!
Come, Scotland, raise your mountain crest,
Gae bare your brow an' brave the best,
Let love and beauty fire your breast,
Carle, now the Queen's come!

The ancient Ha's o' Holyrood
Hae slumber'd lang in solitude,
But now her courts re-echo loud —
Carle, now the Queen's come!

She comes in chaste maternal pride,
The Princely Albert by her side,
Then shout through all your valleys wide,
Scotland, now your Queen's come!

And clustering round the royal tree
Are rosebuds bursting fair to see,
Wha'll bloom among our mountains hie —
Carle, now the Queen's come!

And mothers watch her mother's ee,
And raise their toddlin' pets on hie;
Stand bye, and let the wee things see,
A mother and a Queen come!

Then hail wi' joy the royal pair,
Wha's love so pure an' race so fair,
Shall rule our hearts for ever mair —
Carle, now the Queen's come!