This text comes from The Book of Scottish Song, edited by Alexander Whitelaw, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
"It's up yon heathery mountain,
And down yon scroggy glen,
We daurna gang a-milking,
For Charlie and his men."]
'Twas on a Monday morning,
Richt early in the year,
That Charlie cam' to our toun,
The young Chevalier.
And Charlie he's my darling,
My darling, my darling;
Charlie he's my darling,
The young Chevalier.
As he was walking up the street,
The city for to view,
O there he spied a bonnie lass,
The window looking through.
Sae licht's he jumped up the stair,
And tirl'd at the pin;
And wha sae ready as hersel',
To let the laddie in!
He set his Jenny on his knee,
All in his Highland dress;
For brawly weel he kenned the way
To please a bonnie lass.
It's up yon heathery mountain,
And down yon scroggy glen,
We daurna gang a-milking,
For Charlie and his men.