Classic Poem

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, &c.—
Feeding on yon hill sae high,
And giving milk to me.—

And there I had three score o' yowes,
Ochon, &c.—
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.—

Ochon, O, Donald, Oh!
Ochon, &c.—
Nae woman in the warld wide
Sae wretched now as me.—