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 It's no its loud roar on the wintry swelling,

It' no the cauld blast that brings the tears i'myee

For O gin I saw my bonny Scots callan,

The dark days o' winier were simmer to me.

A bird earne to our ha' door,

He warbled sweet and clearly,

An'aye the o'ercome o' his sang

Was, Waes me for Prince Charly,

O! when I heard the bonny soun',

The tears cam happin' rarely;

I took my bonnet aff my head,

For weel I lo'ed prince Charly

Quoth I My bird, my bonny bonny bird,

Is that a sang ye borrow?

Are these some words ye've learnt by heart

Or a lilt o'dool and sorrow?

"Oh! no, no, no, 'the wee bird sang,

"I've flowa sin' morning early:

But sic a day o' wind and rain-

Oh I waes me for prince Charly.

"On hills that are by right his ain,

He roves a lonely stranger;