For sadly changed indeed was he—
Oh! wae’s me for Prince Charlie!
‘Dark night came on; the tempest howled 25
Out owre the hills and valleys;
And whare was’t that your Prince lay down,
Whase hame should be a palace?
He rowed him in a Highland plaid,
Which covered him but sparely, 30
And slept beneath a bush o’ broom—
Oh! wae’s me for Prince Charlie!’