1.
O, I am come to the low countrie -
Ochon, ochon, ochrie! -
Without a penny in my purse
To buy a meal to me.
2.
It was na sae in the Highland hills -
Ochon, ochon, ochrie! -
Nae woman in the country wide
Sae happy was as me.
3.
For then I had a score o' kye -
Ochon, ochon, ochrie! -
Feeding on yon hill sae high
And giving milk to me.
4.
And there I had three score o' yowes -
Ochon, ochon, ochrie! -
Skipping on yon bonie knowes
And casting woo' to me.
5.
I was the happiest of a' the clan -
Sair, sair may I repine! -
For Donald was the brawest man,
And Donald he was mine.
6.
Till Charlie Stewart cam at last
Sae far to set us free:
My Donald's arm was wanted then
For Scotland and for me.
7.
Their waefu' fate what need I tell?
Right to the wrang did yield:
My Donald and his country fell
Upon Culloden field.
8.
Ochon! O Donald, O!
Ochon, ochon, ochrie! -
Nae woman in the warld wide
Sae wretched now as me!

O, I am come to the low country -
Ochon, ochon, ochrie! -
Without a penny in my purse
To buy a meal to me.

It was not so in the Highland hills -
Ochon, ochon, ochrie! -
No woman in the country wide
So happy was as me.

For then I had a score of cattle -
Ochon, ochon, ochrie! -
Feeding on yonder hill so high
And giving milk to me.

And there I had three score of ewes (sheep) -
Ochon, ochon, ochrie! -
Skipping on yonder lovely knolls
And casting wool to me.

I was the happiest of all the clan -
Sorely, sorely may I repine! -
For Donald was the handsomest man,
And Donald he was mine.

Till Charlie Stewart came at last
So far to set us free:
My Donald's arm was wanted then
For Scotland and for me.

Their woeful fate what need I tell?
Right to the wrong did yield:
My Donald and his country fell
Upon Culloden field.

Ochon! O Donald, O!
Ochon, ochon, ochrie! -
No woman in the world wide
So wretched now as me!