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O whaur will I gae seek my bread?
Whaur will I gae wander?
Whaur will I gae hide my head?
For here I'll bide nae longer
The seas may roll, the winds may blow
Swathe me round in danger
But Scotland I maun now forgo
And roam a lonely stranger
The glen that was my father's own
By his must be forsaken
The house that was my father's home
Is leveled tae the bracken
Ochon, ochon, the glory's gone
Stole by a ruthless reaver
Our hands are on the broad claymore
But might is gone forever
And thou my prince my injured prince
Thy people have disowned thee
Have hunted thee and driven thee hence
We ruined chiefs around thee
Though hard beset when I forget
Thy fate young hapless rover
This breaking heart will cease to beat
And all its griefs be over
O whaur will I gae seek my bread?
Whaur will I gae wander?
Whaur will I gae hide my head?
For here I'll bide nae longer
The seas may roll, the winds may blow
Swathe me round in danger
But Scotland I maun now forgo
And roam a lonely stranger
The glen that was my father's own
By his must be forsaken
The house that was my father's home
Is leveled tae the bracken
Ochon, ochon, the glory's gone
Stole by a ruthless reaver
Our hands are on the broad claymore
But might is gone forever
And thou my prince my injured prince
Thy people have disowned thee
Have hunted thee and driven thee hence
We ruined chiefs around thee
Though hard beset when I forget
Thy fate young hapless rover
This breaking heart will cease to beat
And all its griefs be over
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