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—
And adieu for evermore!
The soger 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.
Robert Burns.
NAIRN
CLVI
CHARLIE IS MY DARLING
Oh! Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling,
Oh! Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier!
As he cam’ marchin’ up the street,
The pipes played loud and clear,
An’ a’ the folk cam’ rinnin’ oot
To meet the Chevalier.
Wi’ Hieland bonnets on their heads,
An’ claymores bricht an’ clear,
They cam’ to fecht for Scotland’s richt,
An’ the young Chevalier.