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8 On every side he’s prest by want,
 * On every side is danger.

"Yestreen I met him in the glen,
 * My heart maist burstit 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"

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