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 THE LAND O' THE LEAL.

I'm wearing awa, Jean,

Like snaw when its thaw, Jean,

I'm wearing awa

To the land o' the Leal.

There's nae nae sorrow there, Jean,

There's nae cauld and care, Jean,

The day is aye fair

In the land o' the leal.

Ye were 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.

Then dry, that tearfu' e'e Jean,

My soul longs to be free, Jean,

And angels wait on me

To the land o' the leal.

Now. fare ye weel my ain Jean,

This warld's care is vain Jean.

We'll meet and ay be fain

In the land the leal.