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The Highland Widow's Lament

Robert Burns
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I
Oh I am come to the low Countrie,
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie(1)!
Without a penny in my purse,
To buy a meal to me.

II
It was na sae in the Highland hills,
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
Nae woman in the Country wide,
Sae happy was as me.

III
For then I had a score o'kye(2),
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
Feeding on you hill sae high,
And giving milk to me.

IV
And there I had three score o'yowes(3),
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
Skipping on yon bonie knowes(4),
And casting woo' to me.

V
I was the happiest of a' the Clan,
Sair(5), sair, may I repine;
For Donald was the brawest man,
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 field.

VIII
Ochon, O, Donald, Oh!
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
Nae woman in the warld wide,
Sae wretched now as me.


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