The Highland Widow's Lament

Oh, I am come to the low countrie, Och on, och on, och rie!  Without a penny in my purse, To buy a meal to me.

It was na sae in the Highland hills, Och on, och on, och rie! Nae woman in the country wide Sae happy was as me.

For then I had a score o' kye,  Och on, och on, och rie! Feeding on yon hills so high, And giving milk to me.

And there I had threescore o' yowes,  Och on, och on, och rie! Skipping on yon bonnie knowes,  And casting woo' to me.

I was the happiest of a' the clan,<BR> Sair, sair may I repine;<BR> For Donald was the brawest man,<BR> And Donald he was mine.<BR>

Till Charlie Stuart cam' at last,<BR> Sae far to set us free;<BR> My Donald's arm was wanted then<BR> For Scotland and for me.<BR>

Their waefu' fate what need I tell?<BR> Right to the wrang did yield:<BR> My Donald and his country fell<BR> Upon Culloden field.<BR>

Och on, O Donald O!<BR> Och on, och on, och rie!<BR> Nae woman in the warld wide<BR> Sae wretched now as me.<BR>