IT was a for our rightfu King
We left fair Scotlands strand;
It was a for our rightfu King
We eer saw Irish land, my dear,
We eer 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 turnd him right and round about,
Upon the Irish shore;
And gae his bridle reins a shake,
With adieu for evermore, my dear,
And adieu 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 thats far awa,
The lee-lang night, and weep, my dear,
The lee-lang night, and weep.
