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the highnd widow&039;s nt

oh i a e to the low untrie,

ochon, ochon, ochrie!

without a penny y purse,

to buy a al to

it was na sae the highnd hills,

ochon, ochon, ochrie!

nae woan the untry wide,

sae happy was as

for then i had a sre o&039;kye,

ochon, ochon, ochrie!

feedg on you hill sae high,

and givg ilk to

and there i had three sre o&039;yowes,

ochon, ochon, ochrie!

skippg on yon bonie knowes,

and castg woo&039; to

i was the happiest of a&039; the cn,

sair, sair, ay i repe;

for donald was the brawest an,

and donald he was e

till charlie stewart ca at st,

sae far to set free;

y donald&039;s ar was wanted then,

for stnd and for

their waefu&039; fate what need i tell,

right to the wrang did yield;

y donald and his untry fell,

upon culloden field

oh i a e to the low untrie,

ochon, ochon, ochrie!

nae woan the warld wide,

sae wretched now as