It was a' for our Rightfu' King

It was a' for our Rightfu' King by Robert Burns

For their rightfu' king, men leave Scotland for Ireland, but their efforts are in vain. A man bids his love an native land fareweel an says he maun cross the sea; the last speaker weeps through the nicht for him far awa.

By Robert Burns · Genre: Ballad, Love Poetry, War Poetry · 255 words

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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 fareweel, / 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, / And adiue for evermore.

The soger frae the wars returns, / The sailor frae the main; / But I hae parted frae my Love, / Never to meet again, my dear, / Never to meet again.

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love · pairtin · war · Scotland · Ireland

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