The original poem is underneath by Rabbi Burns.  This top one if from Wicker Man film.

 

Oh! I am come to the low countrie,

Och-on, och-on, och-rie!

Without a penny in my purse, To buy a meal to me.

And there I had three score o' yowes,

Och-on, och-on, och-rie!

Skipping on yon bonnie knowes, And casting woo' to me.

One time I had a hundred sheep 

upon, upon a dream

skipping o’er your narrow creek

and growing wool for me

 

 

 

Oh, I am come to the low countrie, 
   Och on, och on, och rie! 
Without a penny in my purse, 
   To buy a meal to me.

It was na sae in the Highland hills, 
   Och on, och on, och rie! 
Nae woman in the country wide 
   Sae happy was as me.

For then I had a score o' kye, 
   Och on, och on, och rie! 
Feeding on yon hills so high, 
   And giving milk to me.

And there I had threescore o' yowes, 
   Och on, och on, och rie! 
Skipping on yon bonnie knowes, 
   And casting woo' to me.

I was the happiest of a' the clan, 
   Sair, sair may I repine; 
For Donald was the brawest man, 
   And Donald he was mine.

Till Charlie Stuart cam' at last, 
   Sae far to set us free; 
My Donald's arm was wanted then 
   For Scotland and for me.

Their waefu' fate what need I tell? 
   Right to the wrang did yield: 
My Donald and his country fell 
   Upon Culloden field.

Och on, O Donald O! 
   Och on, och on, och rie! 
Nae woman in the warld wide 
   Sae wretched now as me.