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.