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The Highland Widow's Lament
Shantalla
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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
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