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

It's no the cauld blast brings the tears i' my ee,

O gis wm bonuybonny [sic] Scots callan,

The mark says a' winter were simmer to me.

 

A bird came to our ha' door,

He warbled sweet and clearly,

As aye he o'ercame o' his sang

Wae 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 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 sick 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;