Ah, little did my mother think,
When to me she sung,
What a heartbreak I would be,
Her young and dautit son.

And oh! how proud she was o' me
In plaid and bonnet braw,
When I bade farewell to the north countrie,
And marching gaed awa'!

Ah! little did my mother think,
A banished man I'd be,
Sent frae a' my kith and kin,
Them never mair to see.

Oh! father, 'twas the
sugar'd drap

Aft ye did gi'e to me,
That has brought a' this misery
Baith to you and me.