The Highlander's Farewell

O Where shall I gae seek my bread,
Or where shall I gae wander,
O 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 maun 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 with the braken.
Oh hon ! oh hon ! our glory's gone,
Stole by a ruthless reaver —
Our hands are on the broad claymore,
But the might is broke for ever !

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 for ever !