Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
464 . The Highland Widows Lament
O
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
Without a penny in my purse,
To buy a meal to me.
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie! Nae woman in the Country wide, Sae happy was as me. Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie! Feeding on you hill sae high, And giving milk to me. Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie! Skipping on yon bonie knowes, And casting woo’ to me. Sair, sair, may I repine; For Donald was the brawest man, And Donald he was mine. Sae far to set us free; My Donald’s arm was wanted then, For Scotland and for me. Right to the wrang did yield; My Donald and his Country fell, Upon Culloden field. Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie! Nae woman in the warld wide, Sae wretched now as me.