| 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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| And face the Irish shore
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| And gave his bridle reins a shake
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| And adieu for evermore, my dear
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| And adieu for evermore
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| The soldier frae the wars returns
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| The sailor frae the main
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| But I ha' parted frae my love
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| Never to meet again, my dear
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| No, 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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| 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 |