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3 poor sailor boy, as oer billows he roam,

sighs for the he has left far at Home,

the sweet village bells so pleasant and gay,

the lass that he loves who is far, far away

exile from Homes splendour dazzles in vain,

give me my lovely thatched cottage again,

birds singing that came at my call,

me them with the peace of mind dearer than all.



wee bird cam to our ha, door,

he warbled sweet and clerly:

aye the o'ercome o' his sang

was, "Waes me for Prince Charlie,

Oh, when I heard the bonnie bonnie bird,

the tears came drappin, rarely,

took the bonnet aff my head

for weel I Prince Charlie.

Quo' I my bird, my bonnie bonnie bird

is that a tale ye borrow

Or is t some words ye ve learnt by rote

or a lilt o dool and sorrow?

Oh no no no the wee bird sang

Ive flown sin morning early;

But sic a day or wind and rain—

oh waes me for Prince Charlie.