I can see you smiling like a morning sun,
Your cheeks bouncing like a new born,
Your dimples appearing like no bones,
I mean bones of your face are absent, ...
1 It was a' for our rightful king
2 That we left fair Scotland's strand;
3 It was a' for our rightful king
4 We e'er saw Irish land,
5 My dear,
6 We e'er saw Irish land.