C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
Author Unknown
Adieu for Evermore
“I
That we left fair Scotland’s strand,
It was a’ for our rightful king,
That we e’er saw Irish land,
My dear,
That we e’er saw Irish land.
And all is done in vain,
My love! My native land, adieu!
For I must cross the main,
My dear,
For I must cross the main.”
All on the Irish shore,
He gave his bridle-reins a shake,
With “Adieu for evermore,
My dear!
Adieu for evermore!
And the marchant frae the main,
But I hae parted wi’ my love,
And ne’er to meet again,
My dear,
And ne’er to meet again.
And a’ are boun’ to sleep,
I think on them that’s far awa
The lee-lang night, and weep,
My dear,
The lee-lang night, and weep.”