Music: Trad.
Oh, I am come to the low countrie
Ochone, ochone, ochrie!
Without a penny in my purse
To buy a meal to me
And there I had threescore o' yowes
Ochone, ochone, ochrie!
Skipping on yon bonnie 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 Stuart cam' at last
Ochone, ochone, ochrie!
My Donald's arm was wanted then
For Scotland and for me.
Their waefu' fate what need I tell?
Ochone, ochone, ochrie!
My Donald and his country fell
Upon Culloden's field.
Oh, I am come to the low countrie
Ochone, ochone, ochrie!
Without a penny in my purse
To buy a meal to me