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It's no its loud roar on the wintry winds swelling,
It' no the cauld blast that brings the tears i' my ee
For O gin I saw my bonny Scots callan,
The dark days o' winter were simmer to me.
WAES ME FOR PRINCE CHARLY.
A wee bird came to our ha' door,
He warbled sweet and clearly.
An' aye the o'ercome o' his sang
Was "Waes me for Prince Charly,
O! when I heard the bonny soun',
The tears cam happin' rarely ;
I took my bonnet aff my head,
For weel I lo’ed prince Charly.
Quoth I, "My bird, my bonny bonny bird
Is that a sang ye borrow?
Are these some words ye've learnt by heart,
Or a lilt o' dool and sorrow?"
"Oh! no, no, no," the wee bird sang,
"I’ve flown sin' morning early;
But sic a day o' wind and rain—
Oh! waes me for prince Charly.
"On hills that are by right his ain,
He roves a lonely stranger;
