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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.