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Oh where shall I gae seek my bread
Or where shall I gae wander?
Or where shall I gae hide my head
For here I'll bide nae langer
The seas may rowe, the winds may blow
And swathe me round in danger
But Scotland I may now forego
And roam a lonely stranger.

The glen that was my father's own
Maun be by his forsaken
The house that was my father's home
Is levell'd wi' the bracken
Ochon, ochon, our glory's gone
Stole by a ruthless reaver
Our hands are on the broad claymore
But the might is broke forever!

And thou, my prince, my injured prince
Thy people have disown'd thee
Have hunted and have driven thee hence
With ruined chiefs around thee.
Though hard beset, when I forget
Thy fate, young hapless rover
This broken heart shall cease to beat
And all its griefs be over.

Farewell, farewell, dear Caledon
Land of the Gael no longer!
Strangers have trod thy glory on
In guile and treachery stronger.
The brave and just sink in the dust
On ruin's brink they quiver
Heaven's pitying eye is closed on thee
Adieu, adieu forever!

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