Oh where shall I gae seek my bread Oh 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 levelled with the bracken Ochone! ochone! our glory's gone Stole by a ruthless reiver Our hands are on the broad claymore But the might is broke forever And thou, my prince, my injured prince Thy people have disowned thee Have hunted and have driven thee hence With ruined chiefs around thee Though hard beset, when I forgot 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 And pitying eye is closed on thee Adieu, adieu for ever