Highlander's Farewell (3)
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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 row, the winds may blow,
And swathe me round in danger;
My native land I must forego,
And roam a lonely stranger.
Source for notated version:
Hogg (Jacobite Relics of Scotland, vol. 2), 1821; no. 95, p. 185.
Smith (Scottish Minstrel, vol. 5), 1822–24; p. 88.
Recorded sources: Corries – "Scotland Will Flourish."