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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 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;

With adieu for evermore.

The sodger from 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.