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 ROBERT BURNS

A bluidy man I trow thou be; For monie a heart thou hast made sair, That ne'er did wrang to thine or thee,

5/9 The Farewell

IT was a' for our rightf u' King We left fair Scotland's strand; It was a' for our nghtfu' 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 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.

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