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On every side he's prest by want,
On every side is danger.
(illegible text)"⟨Yestreen⟩ 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 (illegible text) Waes me for Prince Charly.
FINIS.
