i was the happiest of a' the n,

sair, sair, may i repine;

for donald was the brawest man,

and donald he was mine.

till charlie stewart cam atst,

sae far to set us free;

my donald's arm was wanted then,

for scond 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.

oh i am e to the low countrie,

ochon, ochon, ochrie!

nae woman in the warld wide,

sae wretched now as me.