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! whan I heard the bonny soun',
The tears cam happin rarely;
I took my bannet aff my head,
For weel I loed prince Charly.
Quoth 1.'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 ar' sorrow?"
"Oh! no, no, no," the wee bird sang,
"I've flown sin' mornin' early;
But sic a day o' wind and rain—
Oh! waes me for prince Charley.
"On hills that are by right his ain,
He roves a lonely stranger;
On every side he's prest by want,
On every side is danger.
"Yestreen I met him in the glen,
My heart maist burstit fairly;
For sadly changed indeed was he—
Oh! waes me for prince Charly.
"Dark night cam on, the tempest roar'd,
Loud o'er the hills and valleys,
