O, haud ye leal and true, John! Your day it 's wearin' through, John, And I'll welcome you To the land o' the leal.
Now fare-ye-weel, my ain John, This warld's cares are vain, John, We'll meet, and we'll be fain, In the land o' the leal.
��JAMES HOGG 527 A Boy's Song
rHERE the pools are bright and deep, Where the grey trout lies asleep, Up the river and over the ka, That 's the way for Billy and me.
��Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That 's the way for Billy and me.
Where the mowers mow the cleanest, Where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to track the homeward bee, That 's the way for Billy and me.
Where the hazel bank is steepest, Where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, That 's the way for Billy and me.