The Highlander’s Lament lyrics

Oh where shall I gae seek my bread

Andwhere shall I gae wander

And where shall I gae hide my head

For here I'll bide nae langer

The seas may row, the winds may blow

And swathe me round in danger

My native land I must forgo

And roam a lonely stranger

The glen that was my father's own

Must be by his forsaken

And the house that was my father's home

Is levelled with the bracken

Ochon, ochon, our glory's o'er

Stole by a mean deceiver

Our hands are on the broad claymore

But the might is broke forever

And now my Prince, my injured Prince

Thy people have disowned thee

Have hunted and have driven thee down

With ruined chiefs around thee

Thy brave, thy just, fell in the dust

On ruin's brink they quiver

Heaven's pitying eye is closed on thee

Adieu, adieu forever

• Artist:Archie Fisher