This text comes from The Book of Scottish Song, edited by Alexander Whitelaw, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
The winds they were roaring,
The rains they were pouring,
When, lonely, the white man, a wonder to see!
Both hungry and weary,
Desponding and dreary,
He came, and he sat in the shade of our tree.
No mother is by him,
With milk to supply him;
He wanders an outcast, how sad must he be!
Even corn, could he find it,
He has no wife to grind it—
Let us pity the white man, no mother has he!