Highland Lament Songtext
von The Corries

The unrelenting cruelties of the Duke of Cumberland
Spared neither age, sex, nor condition
And Scotland for a while realized the prophecy of Peden
Which foretold that the time was nigh
When her people might ride fifty miles among her hills and valleys
And no find a reekin house nor hear a crowin cock


O I am come to the low country
Ochone, ochone, ochone
Without a penny in my purse
To buy a meal to me
At hame I had three score of ewes
Ochone, ochone, ochone
Skipping on yon bonnie knows
And casting woe for me

Till Charlie Stewart came at last
Ochone, ochone, ochone
My Donald′s arm was wanting then
For Scotland aye and for me
Their woeful fate what need I tell
Ochone, ochone, ochone
My Donald and his country fell
Upon Culloden field