It was a’ for our rightfu’ KingWe left fair Scotland’s strand;It was a’ for our rightfu’ KingWe e’er saw Irish land, my dear,We e’er saw Irish land.5
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
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.15
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
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.25