Two popular songs/Highland widow's lament

Highland Widow's Lament.

Oh! I ain come to the low countrie!
⁠Ochon ochon ochrie!
Without ae penny in my purse,
⁠To buy a meal to me.
It wasna 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 of kye,
⁠Ochon ochon ochrie,
Feeding on yon hill sae high,
⁠And giving milk to me.
And there I had three score o' yowes,
⁠Ochon ochon ochrie!
Skipping on yon bonny 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.
Till Charlie, he came o'er at last,
⁠Sae far to set us free,
My Donald's arm it wanted was,
⁠For Scotland and for me,

Their waefu fate what need I tell,
⁠Right to the wrang did yeild,
My Donald and his country fell,
⁠Upon Culloden field,
I hae nocht left me ava,
⁠Ochon ochon ochrie,
But bonny orphan lad-weans twa,
⁠To seek their bread wi' me.

I hae yet a tocher-hand,
⁠Ochon ochon ochrie,
My winsome Donald's dirk and brand,
⁠Into their hands to gie.
There's only ae blink o hope left,
⁠To lighten my auld e'e,
To see my bairns gie bluidy crowns,
⁠To them gart Donald die.
Ochon ochon! oh Donald oh!
⁠Ochon ochon ochrie.
Nae woman in the warld wide,
⁠Sae wretched now as me.