Barbara Dickson - The Highland Widow's Lament lyrics

Oh, I am come to the low countrie Och on, och on, och rie! Without a penny in my purse To buy a meal to me It was na sae in the Highland hills Och on, och on, och rie! Nae woman in the country wide Sae happy then as me For then I has a score o' kye Och on, och on, och rie! Feeding on yon hills so high And giving milk to me And there I had threescore o' yowes Och on, och on, och rie! 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 he cam' o'er at last Sae far to set us free My Donald's arm it wanted was For Scotland and for me Their waeful' fate what need I tell? Right to the wrang did yield My Donald and his country fell Upon Colloden-field Och on, Och on, O Donald O! Och on, och on, och rie! Nae woman in this whole world wide Sae wretched now as me