It Was A' For Our Rightfu' King |
Robert Burns, 1794
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'er saw Irish land.
2. Now a' is done that men can do, | 3. 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, And adiue for evermore.
4. The soger frae the wars returns, |
5. 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. |