Oh I am come to the low country

It is Burns Night tonight, and so at folk club on Monday we sang some Rabbie Burns, specifically 1794’s The Highland Widow’s Lament.

Full lyric is published below – he’s long dead, so I suspect he can’t sue me.

Oh, I am come 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 Highland 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 yon 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. 

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, 
Sae far to set us free; 
My Donald's arm was wanted then 
For Scotland 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. 

Ochon, O, Donald, Oh!     	
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie! 
Nae woman in the warld wide, 
Sae wretched now as me.