Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

464 . 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.