It Was A’ For Our Rightfu’ King

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’ersawIrish 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 mauncross the main.

He turn’d him right and round about,
Upon the Irish shore;
And gaehis bridle reins a shake,
With adieu for evermore, my dear,
And adiue for evermore.

The sogerfrae the wars returns,
The sailor frae the main;
ButI haeparted fraemy 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-langnight, and weep.