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,
   Sair, sair may I repine;
For Donald was the brawest man,
   And Donald he was mine.

Till Charlie Stuart 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.

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