Alas, Charles and Stewart
'Tis your cause that made me my guide
You took from me all that I had
In war for your cause
No cows and no friends
My love was only mine
From the day you left me alone
No holy world but hers
My young white run
So that I'm separated
'Sked that he won't lie
'So hot were the widows
Didn't find a symbol for each other
A man for each other he understood
There was no fur-asd to be found
'Scha stood on Cul-lo-dair
A man of your trainiest appearance
My young white run

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