Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 464. 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. | |
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| It was na sae in the Highland hills, | 5 |
| Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie! | |
| Nae woman in the Country wide, | |
| Sae happy was as me. | |
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| For then I had a score o’kye, | |
| Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie! | 10 |
| Feeding on you hill sae high, | |
| And giving milk to me. | |
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| And there I had three score o’yowes, | |
| Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie! | |
| Skipping on yon bonie knowes, | 15 |
| And casting woo’ to me. | |
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| 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 |
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| Till Charlie Stewart cam at last, | |
| Sae far to set us free; | |
| My Donald’s arm was wanted then, | |
| For Scotland and for me. | |
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| Their waefu’ fate what need I tell, | 25 |
| Right to the wrang did yield; | |
| My Donald and his Country fell, | |
| Upon Culloden field. | |
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| 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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