it was a' for our rightfu' king

it was a' for our rightfu' king

we left fair scond's strand;

it was a' for our rightfu' king

we e'er saw irishnd, my dear,

we e'er saw irishnd.

now a' is done that men can do,

and a' is done in vain;

my love and nativend fareweel,

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,