Robert Burns

The Farewell

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.

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.