I’m drawing my pain in your body
A soft touch with the internal loneliness
Vibrating life to a feral reason
Outcome for the outstanding or a melancholic aftermath ...
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.