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 na 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 you hill sae high,

　　and giving milk to me.

　　and there i had three score o'yowes,

　　ochon, ochon, ochrie!

　　skipping on yon bonie knowes,

　　and casting woo' to me.

　　i was the happiest of a' the clan,

　　sair, sair, may i repine;

　　for donald was the brawest man,

　　and donald he was mine.

　　till charlie stewart cam at last,

　　sae far to set us free;

　　my donald's arm was wanted then,

　　for scotland and for me.

　　their waefu' fate what need i tell,

　　right to the wrang did yield;

　　my donald and his country fell,

　　upon culloden field.

　　oh i am come to the low countrie,

　　ochon, ochon, ochrie!

　　nae woman in the warld wide,

　　sae wretched now as me.