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It's no its loud roar on the wintry swelling,
It' no the cauld blast that brings the tears i'myee
For O gin I saw my bonny Scots callan,
The dark days o' winier were simmer to me.
WAES ME FOR PRINCE CHARLY.
A wee bird earne to our ha' door,
He warbled sweet and clearly,
An'aye the o'ercome o' his sang
Was, Waes me for Prince Charly,
O! when I heard the bonny soun',
The tears cam happin' rarely;
I took my bonnet aff my head,
For weel I lo'ed prince Charly
Quoth I My bird, my bonny bonny bird,
Is that a sang ye borrow?
Are these some words ye've learnt by heart
Or a lilt o'dool and sorrow?
"Oh! no, no, no, 'the wee bird sang,
"I've flowa sin' morning early:
But sic a day o' wind and rain-
Oh I waes me for prince Charly.
"On hills that are by right his ain,
He roves a lonely stranger;
