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A wee bird came to our ha' door, He warbled sweet and clearly, An' aye the o'ercome o' his sang Was "Waes me for prince Charly!" O! whan I heard the bonny soun', The tears cam happin rarely; I took my bannet aff my head, For weel I loed prince Charly.

Quoth 1.'My bird my bonny, bonny bird, Is that a sang ye borrow? Are these some words ye've learnt by heart, Or a lilt o' dool ar' sorrow?" "Oh! no, no, no," the wee bird sang, "I've flown sin' mornin' early; But sic a day o' wind and rain— Oh! waes me for prince Charley.

"On hills that are by right his ain, He roves a lonely stranger; On every side he's prest by want, On every side is danger. "Yestreen 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 roar'd, Loud o'er the hills and valleys,