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7 It's no its loud roar on the wintry winds swelling,
 * It' no the cauld blast that brings the tears i' my ee

For O gin I saw my bonny Scots callan,
 * The dark days o' winter were simmer to me.

WAES ME FOR PRINCE CHARLY.

A wee bird came 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 flown sin' morning early;

But sic a day o' wind and rain—
 * Oh! waes me for prince Charly.

"On hills that are by right his ain,
 * He roves a lonely stranger;