William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
It Was a for Our Rightfu KingRobert Burns (17591796)
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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.
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.
Upon the Irish shore;
And gae his bridle reins a shake,
With adieu for evermore, my dear,
And adieu for evermore.
The sailor frae the main;
But I hae parted frae my Love,
Never to meet again, my dear,
Never to meet again, my dear.
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.