Highland Lament
Oh I am come to
the low countrie
ochone, ochone , ochrie
Without a penny in my purse.
Tae buy a meal tae me.
It winsnae so in the hieland hills.
ochone, ochone , ochrie
nae
body in the whole countrie.
Sae happy wis as me.
For then I had a score o' kie.
ochone,
ochone , ochrie.
grazin on yon hills sae high.
And givin’ milk tae me.
And then I had
three score o' yowes.
ochone, ochone , ochrie.
Skippin on yon bonnie knowes.
And castin’ woo’ fir me.
Till Charlie Stewart came at last.
ochone, ochone , ochrie.
MacDonalds arm was wantin then.
For Scotland, aye and for me.
Their woeful fate whit can I tell.
Right tae the wrong did yield.
MacDonald and his country fell.
Upon Cullodens
field
