Lament

  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 18wen' 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.