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 nasae 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 yonbonieknowes,
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.

TillCharlie Stewart camat last,
Sae far to setus free;
My Donald’s arm was wanted then,
For Scotland and for me.

Their waefu’ fate what need I tell,
Right to the wrangdid yield;
My Donald and his Country fell,
Upon Culloden field.

Oh I am come to the lowCountrie,
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
Naewoman in the warldwide,
Saewretched now as me.