And aye the o’ercome o’ his sang
Was ‘Wae’s me for Prince Charlie!’
Oh! when I heard the bonny, bonny bird, 5
The tears came drapping rarely;
I took my bonnet aff my head,
For weel I lo’ed Prince Charlie.
Quoth I; ‘My bird, my bonny, bonny bird,
Is that a tale ye borrow? 10
Or is’t some words ye’ve learned by rote,
Or a lilt o’ dool and sorrow?’