It was a' for our rightfu' King
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We left fair Scotland's strand;
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It was a' for our rightfu' King
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We e'er saw Irish land, my dear,
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We e'er saw Irish land.
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Now a' is done that men can do,
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And a' is done in vain;
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My Love and Native Land fareweel,
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For I maun cross the main, my dear,
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For I maun cross the main.
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He turn'd him right and round about,
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Upon the Irish shore;
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And gae his bridle reins a shake,
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With adieu for evermore, my dear,
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And adiue for evermore.
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The soger frae the wars returns,
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The sailor frae the main;
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But I hae parted frae my Love,
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Never to meet again, my dear,
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Never to meet again.
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When day is gane, and night is come,
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And a' folk bound to sleep;
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I think on him that's far awa,
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The lee-lang night, and weep, my dear,
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The lee-lang night, and weep.
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It Was A' For Our Rightfu' King
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| Andy M. Stewart |
