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　　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. Poems and Songs of Robert Burns