I. Oh! I Am Come To The Low Countrie, Och-On, Och-On, Och-Rie! Without A Penny In My Purse, To Buy A Meal To Me. Ii. It Was Na Sae In The Highland Hills, Och-On, Och-On, Och-Rie! Nae Woman In The Country Wide Sae Happy Was As Me. Iii. For Then I Had A Score O' Kye, Och-On, Och-On, Och-Rie! Feeding On Yon Hills So High, And Giving Milk To Me. Iv. And There I Had Three Score O' Yowes, Och-On, Och-On, Och-Rie! Skipping On Yon Bonnie Knowes, And Casting Woo' To Me. V. I Was The Happiest Of A' The Clan, Sair, Sair, May I Repine; For Donald Was The Brawest Lad, And Donald He Was Mine. Vi. Till Charlie Stewart Cam' At Last, Sae Far To Set Us Free; My Donald'S Arm Was Wanted Then, For Scotland And For Me. Vii. Their Waefu' Fate What Need I Tell, Right To The Wrang Did Yield: My Donald And His Country Fell Upon Culloden'S Field. Viii. Oh! I Am Come To The Low Countrie, Och-On, Och-On, Och-Rie! Nae Woman In The World Wide Sae Wretched Now As Me.