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I’m wearing awa, Jean,

like snaw when it's shaw, Jean,

I’m wearing awa

To the land o’ the leal.

There’s nae sorrow there, Jean.

There’s nae cauld nor care, Jean,

The day is aye fair,

In the land o’ the leal.

Ye were aye leal and true, Jean,

Your task’s ended now, Jean

And I’ll welcome you,

To the land o’ the leal.

Our bonny bairn’s there, Jean,

She was baith gude and fair, Jean,

And we grudg’d her right sair

To the land o’ the leal.