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 na 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 you nill sae high, 
And giving milk to me. 

And there I had three score o' yowes, 
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
Skipping on ou bonie knowes, 
And casting woo to me. 

I was the happiest of a' the Clan, 
Sair, sair may I repine;
For Donald was the brawest man, 
And Donald he was mine. 

Till Charlie Stewart cam at last, 
Sae far to set us free;
My Donald's arm was wanted then, 
For Scotland and for me. 

Their waefu' fate what need I tell, 
Right to wrang did yield;
My Donald and his Country fell 
Upon Culloden field. 

Ochon! O Donald, oh! 
Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
Nae woman in the warld wide, 
Sae wretched now as me.