The Book of Scottish Song/I ha'e nae kith

I ha’e nae kith.

[Jacobite Song.]

I ha'e nae kith, I ha'e nae kin,
⁠Nor ane that's dear to me;
For the bonnie lad that I lo'e best,
⁠He's far ayont the sea.
He's gane wi' ane that was our ain,
⁠And we may rue the day,
When our king's ae daughter came here
⁠To play sic foul play.

O gin I were a bonnie bird,
⁠Wi' wings that I might flee,
Then would I travel o'er the main,
⁠My ae true love to see.
Then I wad tell a joyfu' tale,
⁠To ane that's dear to me,
And sit upon a king's window
⁠And sing my melody.

The adder lies i' the corbie's nest,
⁠Aneath the corbie's wing,
And the blast that reaves the corbie's brood,
⁠Will soon blaw hame our king.
Then blaw ye east, or blaw ye west,
⁠Or blaw ye o'er the faem,
O bring the lad that I lo'e best,
⁠And ane I darena name.

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