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6 Wherever quarter'd I shall be,

Oh, zounds, how I’ll kiss my landlady.

I’m a chicka-biddy, &c.

THE HIGHLAND WIDOW’S LAMENT.

Oh! I am come to the low countrie,

Ochon, ochon, ochrie!

Without a penny in my purse,

To buy a meal to me.

It was nae sae in the Highland hills,

Ochon, ochon, ochrie!

Nae woman in the country wide

Sae happy was as me.

For then I had a score o’ kye,

Ochon, ochon, ochrie!

Feeding on yon hill sae high,

And giving milk to me.

And there I had three score o’ ewes,

Ochon ochon, ochrie!

Skipping on yon bonnie knowes,

And casting woo to me.

I was the happiest of a’ the clan,

Sair, sair may I repine,

For Donald was the bravest man,

And Donald he was mine.