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Wherever quarter'd I shall be,
Oh, zounds, how I’ll kiss my landlady.
I’m a chicka-biddy, &c.
THE HIGHLAND WIDOW’S LAMENT.
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 nae 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’ ewes,
Ochon ochon, ochrie!
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 bravest man,
And Donald he was mine.
