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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.
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.