The Highland Widow’s Lament

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Robert Burns - Non-Music, Romanticism (Literature)

The Highland Widow’s Lament

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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.

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  • Robert Burns