the hignd widow'sment

oh i am e 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 hignd hills,

ochon, ochon, ochrie!

nae woman in the country wide,

sae happy was as me.

for then i had a score o'kye,

ochon, ochon, ochrie!

feeding on you hill sae high,

and giving milk to me.

and there i had three score o'yowes,

ochon, ochon, ochrie!

skipping on yon bonie knowes,

and casting woo' to me.