Friday, January 25, 2013

Happy Birthday, Rab

Robert Burns was born today in 1759, two miles (3 km) south of Ayr, in Alloway, South Ayrshire, Scotland.

The Highland Widow's Lament

    Oh I am come to the low Countrie,
      Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
    Without a penny in my purse. To buy a meal to me.
    It was na sae in the Highland hills,
      Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
    Nae woman in the Country wide Sae happy was as me.
    For then I had a score o' kye
      Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
    Feeding on you nill sae high, And giving milk to me.
    And there I had three score o' yowes,
      Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
    Skipping on ou bonie knowes, And casting woo to me.
    I was the happiest of a' the Clan,
      Sair, sair may I repine;
    For Donald was the brawest man, And Donald he was mine.
    Till Charlie Stewart cam at last,
      Sae far to set us free;
    My Donald's arm was wanted then, For Scotland and for me.
    Their waefu' fate what need I tell,
      Right to wrang did yield;
    My Donald and his Country fell Upon Culloden field.
    Ochon! O Donald, oh!
      Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie!
    Nae woman in the warld wide, Sae wretched now as me.

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