The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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IT WAS A' FOR OUR RIGHTFU' KING |
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IT WAS A' FOR OUR RIGHTFU' KING
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It was a' for our rightfu' kingWe 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.
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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.
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He turn'd him right and round aboutUpon the Irish shore,
And gae his bridle reins a shake,
With adieu for evermore,
My dear—
And adieu for evermore!
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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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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.
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