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 8 On every side he's prest by want,

On every side is danger.

" 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,

Whose hame should be a palace.

"He row'd 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 straih,

Was Waes me for Prince Charly.