Classic Poem

Ah , little did my mother think,
When to me she sung,
What Aheartbreak I would be,
Her young and dautit son.

And oh! how proud she was o' me
In plaid and bonnet braw,
When I bade farewell to the north countrie,
And marching gaed awa'!

Ah! little did my mother think,
A banished man I'd be,
Sent frae a' my kith and kin,
Them never mair to see.

Oh! father, 'twas the sugar'd drap
Aft ye did gi'e to me,
That has brought a' this misery
Baith to you and me.