Waes me for Prince Charly

A wee bird came to our ha' door, He warbled sweet and clearly, As aye he o'ercame o' his sang Wae 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 some words ye've learnt by heart, Or a lilt o' dool and sorrow. Oh! no, no no the wee bird sang, I've flown sin' morning early; But sick a day o' wind and rain— Oh! waes me for Prince Charly.

On hills that are by right his ain, He roves a lonely stranger; On every side he's prest by want, On every side is danger. " I met him in the glen, My heart maist burstit fairly; For sadly changed indeed was he— Oh! waes me for prince Charly.

Dark night cam on the tempest roared, Loud our the hills and valleys; An' whare was't that your prince lay down, Whose hame should be a palace. "He row'd him in his Highland plaid, Which covered him but sparely, An' slept beneath a bush o' broom— Oh waes me for prince Charly.

But now the bird saw some red coat, An' he shook his wings wi' anger— Oh this is no a land for me, I'll tarry here nae langer. He hover'd on the wing a while, Ere he departed fairly; But weel I mind the fareweel straih, Was Waes me for Prince Charly.