Robert Burns (17591796). Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 190914. |
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| 465. SongIt was a for our rightfu King |
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| IT was a for our rightfu King | |
| We left fair Scotlands strand; | |
| It was a for our rightfu King | |
| We eer saw Irish land, my dear, | |
| We eer saw Irish land. | 5 |
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| Now a is done that men can do, | |
| 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. | 10 |
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| He turnd him right and round about, | |
| Upon the Irish shore; | |
| And gae his bridle reins a shake, | |
| With adieu for evermore, my dear, | |
| And adieu for evermore. | 15 |
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| The soger 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. | 20 |
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| When day is gane, and night is come, | |
| And a folk bound to sleep; | |
| I think on him thats far awa, | |
| The lee-lang night, and weep, my dear, | |
| The lee-lang night, and weep. | 25 |
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