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 Of every side he's prest by want,

On every side is danger.

"Yestreen I met bim in the glen,

My heart maist bnrstit fairly;

For sadly changed indeed was he—

Oh: waes me for prince Charly.

Dark night cam on the tempest roared

Loud our the hills and valleys:

An' whare was't that your prince lay down,

Whase hame should been a palace?

He rowd him in his Highland plaid,

Which covered him but sparely,

An' slept beneath a bush o'broom—

Oh, waes me for prince Charly.

But now the bird saw some red coat.

An' he shook his wings wi' anger—

"Oh this is no a land for me,

I'll tarry here nae langer."

He hover'd on the wing a while,

Ere he departed fairly:

But weel I mind the fareweel strain

Was, "Waes me for prince Charly."