Poem by Robert Burns

«It was a’ for Our Rightfu’ King…»

It was a’ for our rightfu’ King,
  	We left fair Scotland’s strand;
It was a’ for our rightfu’ King,
  	We e’er saw Irish land,
        		My dear,
  	We e’er saw Irish land.

Now a’ is done that men can do,
  	And a’ is done in vain;
My love and native land farewell,
  	For I maun cross the main,
        		My dear,
  	For I maun cross the main.

He turn’d him right and round about
  	Upon the Irish shore;
And gae his bridle-reins a shake,
  	With adieu for evermore,
        		My dear,
  	Adieu for evermore.

The sodger from the wars returns,
  	The sailor frae the main;
But I has parted frae my love,
  	Never to meet again,
        		My dear,
  	Never to meet again.

When day is gane, and night is come,
  	And a’ folk boune to sleep,
I think on him that’s far awa’,
  	The lee-lang night, and weep,
        		My dear,
  	The lee-lang night, and weep.

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