The Blue Poetry Book / 7th. Ed.

THE FAREWELL

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.

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 from 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.

R. Burns.

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