title: Wae’s Me For Prince Charliekey: Folkharp type: Chromaticgenre: Gskill: AnyW: William Glen, circa 1825Scottish folk songKey: G-1 -1 -1 2 3 -2* 2-1 2 3 -3A wee bird cam’ to our ha’ door,-4 -1 2 3 -4 -3 3 2 -1He warbled sweet and clearly,-1 -1 -1 2 3 -2* 2-1 23 -3An’ aye the o’ercome o’ his sang-4 -1 2 3-4 -3 3 2 -1Was “Wae’s me for Prince Charlie!”3 -3 -3-4 -5 6 -5 -4 -3 -4 3Oh! when I heard the bonnie soun’-4 -3 -4 -5 5 -4 -3The tears cam’ happin’ rarely,3 -3 -3-4 -5 6 -5-4 -33 -3I took my bannet aff my head,-4 -1 2 3 -3 -3 3 2 -1For weel I lo’ed Prince Charlie.Quoth I, “My bird, my bonnie bonnie bird,Is that a sang ye borrow,Are these some words ye’ve learnt by heart,Or a lilt o’ dool an’ sorrow?”“Oh! no no no,” the wee bird sang,”I’ve flown sin’ mornin’ early,But sic a day o’ wind and rain—Oh! wae’s me for Prince Charlie!“On hills that are, by right, his ainHe roves a lanely stranger,On every side he’s press’d by want,On every side is danger;Yestreen I met him in a glen,My heart maist burstit fairly,For sadly chang’d indeed was he—Oh! wae’s me for Prince Charlie!“Dark night cam’ on, the tempest roar’dLoud o’er the hills an valleys,An’ whare was’t that your Prince lay downWhase hame should been a palace?Ha row’d him in a Highland plaid,Which cover’d him but sparely,An’ slept beneath a bush o’ broom—Oh! wae’s me for Prince Charlie!”But now the bird saw some red coats,An’ he sheuk 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 whileEre he departed fairly,But weel I mind the fareweel strainWas, “Wae’s me for Prince Charlie!”