Adria Highland Widow's Lament
Oh I am come to the low country Ochon ochon ochrie Without a penny in my purse To buy a meal to me It wasna sae in the hieland hills Ochon ochon ochrie Nae woman in the country wide Sae happy was as me For then I had a score of kye Ochon ochon ochrie Feeding on yon hill sae high And giving milk tae me And then I had three score of yowes Ochon ochon ochrie Skipping on yon grassy knowles And casting woo' tae me I was the happiest of all the clan Sair, sair may I repine For Donald was the brawest man And Donald he was mine Til Charlie Stewart cam' at last For 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 Ochon Oh Donald Oh Ochon ochon ochrie Nae woman in the world sae wide Sae wretched now as me.
