The Highland Widow's Lament.

I.

    Oh! I am come to the low countrie,
        Och-on, och-on, och-rie!
    Without a penny in my purse,
        To buy a meal to me.

II.

    It was na sae in the Highland hills,
        Och-on, och-on, och-rie!
    Nae woman in the country wide
        Sae happy was as me.

III.

    For then I had a score o' kye,
        Och-on, och-on, och-rie!
    Feeding on yon hills so high,
        And giving milk to me.

IV.

    And there I had three score o' yowes,
        Och-on, och-on, och-rie!
    Skipping on yon bonnie knowes,
        And casting woo' to me.

V.

    I was the happiest of a' the clan,
        Sair, sair, may I repine;
    For Donald was the brawest lad,
        And Donald he was mine.

VI.

    Till Charlie Stewart cam' at last,
        Sae far to set us free;
    My Donald's arm was wanted then,
        For Scotland and for me.

VII.

    Their waefu' fate what need I tell,
        Right to the wrang did yield:
    My Donald and his country fell
        Upon Culloden's field.

VIII.

    Oh! I am come to the low countrie,
        Och-on, och-on, och-rie!
    Nae woman in the world wide
        Sae wretched now as me.