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4 On hills that are by right his ain

he roams a lonely stranger:

On every side he's pressed by want—

on every side by danger

Yestreen I met him in a glen

my heart maist bursted fairly;

For sadly changed indeed was he

oh waes me for Prince.

Dark night cam on the tempest howled

out o'er the hill and valley’s;

And whare was't that your Prince lay down

whase hame should been a palace

He rowed hin in his Highland plaid

which covered him but

An slept beneath a bush o’ broom—

oh waes me for Prince Charlie.



t was a Fryar of orders Gray

walked forth to tell his heads;

And he met with a lady fair

clad in a pilgrims weeds.

Now Heaven thee save thou Fryar

I pray thee tell to me

If ever at your holy shrine

my true love thou didst see?