It Was A Fr Our Rightfu King
it was a' for htfu' king it was a' for htfu' king we left fair scotland's strand; it was a' for htfu' king we e'er saw irish land, my dear, we e'er saw irish land. now a' is dohat men 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, o meet again, my dear, o meet again. when day is gane, and night is e, 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.