
The Highland Widow's Lament Lyrics
- Genre:Folk
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
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' so in the Highland hills, ochon, ochon, ochrie
No woman in the Country wide, so happy was as me
For then I had a score o' kye, ochon, ochon, ochrie
Feeding on yon hill so high, and giving milk to me
And there I had three score o' yowes, ochon, ochon, 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 Stewart cam at last, so far to set us free
My Donald's arm was wanted then, for Scotland and for me
Their woefu' fate what need I tell, right to the wrong did yield
My Donald and his country fell, upon Culloden field
Ochon, ochon, Donald, oh! ochon, ochon, ochrie
Nae woman in the world wide, so wretched now as me