GLEN
A wee bird cam’ to our ha’ door,He warbled sweet an’ clearly,An’ aye the o’ercome o’ his sang,Was ‘Wae’s me for Prince Charlie!’O! when I heard the bonnie, bonnie bird,The tears cam’ droppin’ rarely;I took my bonnet aff my head,For weel I lo’ed Prince Charlie.Quoth I, ‘My bird, my bonnie, bonnie bird,Is that a sang ye borrow?Are these some words ye’ve learnt by heart,Or a lilt o’ dool an’ sorrow?’‘O! no, no, no,’ the wee bird sang,‘I’ve flown sin’ mornin’ early,But sic a day o’ wind an’ rain—Oh! wae’s me for Prince Charlie!On hills that are by right his ain,He roams a lonely stranger,On ilka hand he’s press’d by want,On ilka side by danger:Yestreen I met him in a glen,My heart maist burstit fairly;For sairly changed indeed was he—O! wae’s me for Prince Charlie!’Dark night cam’ on, the tempest roar’dCauld o’er the hills an’ valleys;An’ whaur was’t that your prince lay down,Whase hame should be a palace?He row’d him in a Hieland plaid,Which cover’d him but sparely,An’ slept beneath a bush o’ broom—O! wae’s me for Prince Charlie!But now the bird saw some red-coats,An’ he shook his wings wi’ anger;‘O! this is no a land for me;I’ll tarry here nae langer.’A while he hover’d on the wing,Ere he departed fairly,But weel I mind the fareweel strainWas ‘Wae’s me for Prince Charlie!’William Glen.
A wee bird cam’ to our ha’ door,He warbled sweet an’ clearly,An’ aye the o’ercome o’ his sang,Was ‘Wae’s me for Prince Charlie!’O! when I heard the bonnie, bonnie bird,The tears cam’ droppin’ rarely;I took my bonnet aff my head,For weel I lo’ed Prince Charlie.Quoth I, ‘My bird, my bonnie, bonnie bird,Is that a sang ye borrow?Are these some words ye’ve learnt by heart,Or a lilt o’ dool an’ sorrow?’‘O! no, no, no,’ the wee bird sang,‘I’ve flown sin’ mornin’ early,But sic a day o’ wind an’ rain—Oh! wae’s me for Prince Charlie!On hills that are by right his ain,He roams a lonely stranger,On ilka hand he’s press’d by want,On ilka side by danger:Yestreen I met him in a glen,My heart maist burstit fairly;For sairly changed indeed was he—O! wae’s me for Prince Charlie!’Dark night cam’ on, the tempest roar’dCauld o’er the hills an’ valleys;An’ whaur was’t that your prince lay down,Whase hame should be a palace?He row’d him in a Hieland plaid,Which cover’d him but sparely,An’ slept beneath a bush o’ broom—O! wae’s me for Prince Charlie!But now the bird saw some red-coats,An’ he shook his wings wi’ anger;‘O! this is no a land for me;I’ll tarry here nae langer.’A while he hover’d on the wing,Ere he departed fairly,But weel I mind the fareweel strainWas ‘Wae’s me for Prince Charlie!’William Glen.
A wee bird cam’ to our ha’ door,He warbled sweet an’ clearly,An’ aye the o’ercome o’ his sang,Was ‘Wae’s me for Prince Charlie!’O! when I heard the bonnie, bonnie bird,The tears cam’ droppin’ rarely;I took my bonnet aff my head,For weel I lo’ed Prince Charlie.
Quoth I, ‘My bird, my bonnie, bonnie bird,Is that a sang ye borrow?Are these some words ye’ve learnt by heart,Or a lilt o’ dool an’ sorrow?’‘O! no, no, no,’ the wee bird sang,‘I’ve flown sin’ mornin’ early,But sic a day o’ wind an’ rain—Oh! wae’s me for Prince Charlie!
On hills that are by right his ain,He roams a lonely stranger,On ilka hand he’s press’d by want,On ilka side by danger:Yestreen I met him in a glen,My heart maist burstit fairly;For sairly changed indeed was he—O! wae’s me for Prince Charlie!’
Dark night cam’ on, the tempest roar’dCauld o’er the hills an’ valleys;An’ whaur was’t that your prince lay down,Whase hame should be a palace?He row’d him in a Hieland plaid,Which cover’d him but sparely,An’ slept beneath a bush o’ broom—O! wae’s me for Prince Charlie!
But now the bird saw some red-coats,An’ he shook his wings wi’ anger;‘O! this is no a land for me;I’ll tarry here nae langer.’A while he hover’d on the wing,Ere he departed fairly,But weel I mind the fareweel strainWas ‘Wae’s me for Prince Charlie!’
William Glen.