ROBERT BURNS

The Farewell

TT 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'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do,

And a' is done in vain ; My love and native land, farewell, For I maun cross the main,

My dear

For I maun cross the main. He turn'd him right and round about

Upon the Irish shore ; And gae his bridle-reins a shake, With, Adieu for evermore,

My dear

With, Adieu for evermore ! The sodger 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. 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, lee-lang] livelong.

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