Robert Burns, 1794
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.
2. Now a' is done that men can do,
3. 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,
And adiue for evermore.
4. The soger frae the wars returns,
5. When day is gane, and night is come,|
And a' folk bound 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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