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.