the highland widow's lament

    oh i am come to the low countrie,

    ochon, ochon, ochrie!

    without a penny in my purse,

    to buy a meal to me.

    it was na sae in the highland hills,

    ochon, ochon, ochrie!

    nae woman in the country wide,

    sae happy was as me.

    for then i had a score o'kye,

    ochon, ochon, ochrie!

    feeding on you hill sae high,

    and giving milk to me.

    and there i had three score o'yowes,

    ochon, ochon, ochrie!

    skipping on yon bonie knowes,

    and casting woo' to me.

    i was the happiest of a' the clan,

    sair, sair, may i repine;

    for donald was the brawest man,

    and donald he was mine.

    till charlie stewart cam at last,

    sae far to set us free;

    my donald's arm was wanted then,

    for scotland and for me.

    their waefu' fate what need i tell,

    right to the wrang did yield;

    my donald and his country fell,

    upon culloden field.

    oh i am come to the low countrie,

    ochon, ochon, ochrie!

    nae woman in the warld wide,

    sae wretched now as me.