“Yes, it was for our lawful King,
We left our lovely England’s shore,
That we exiled ourselves from Scotland, my love,
That we exiled ourselves from Ireland.
“Now, when we have done all that men can do,
And all we have done is of no avail,
My native land, my love, adieu!
For we must cross the sea, my love,
For we must cross the sea.
“We look our last on native shores,