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Robert Burns (1759–1796).  Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
464. 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,        5
  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!        10
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,        15
  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.        20
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,        25
  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!        30
Nae woman in the warld wide,
  Sae wretched now as me.


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