The Farewell.

Tune - "It was a' for our rightfu' king."


I.

    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.

II.

    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.

III.

    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.

IV.

    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

V.

    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.