them in gold. Here are a few specimens of this poetry of a lost cause.


IT WAS A' FOR OUR RIGHTFU' KING

It was a' for our rightfu' King,
We left fair Scotland's strand;
It was a' for our rightfu' 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, [must]
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, [gave]
With adieu for evermore,
My dear,
Adieu for evermore.

The sodger from the wars returns, [soldier]
The sailor frae the main;
But I hae parted frae my love,
Never to meet again,