Ewan MacColl - Wae's Me for Prince Charlie

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A wee bird cam to our ha' door
He warbled sweet and early
An' aye the dew come o' his lilt
Was, "Waes me for Prince Charlie!"
Oh! whan I heard the bonnie, bonnie bird'
The tears cam drappin' rarely
I took my bonnet of my head
For weel I lo'ed Prince Charlie.
Said I, "My bird, my bonnie, bonnie bird
Is that some tale ye borrow?
Or is it some words ye've learnt by heart
Or a lilt o' dule an' sorrow?"
"Oh, no, no, no.!" the wee bird sang
"I've flown since mornin' early
On sic' a day o' wind and rain!
Oh! waes 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 near burst fairly
For sadly changed indeed was he
Oh! waes me for Prince charlie."
"Dark night cam on, the tempest howl'd
Out o'er the hills and valleys
An' where was't that your Prince lay doun
Whase hame should been a palace?
He row'd him in a Highland plaid
Which cover'd him but sparely
An' slept beneath a bush o' broom
Oh! waes me for Prince Charlie"

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