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The land o’ the leal.
I’m wearin awa, Jean,
Like snaw-wreathes in thaw, Jean,
I'm wearin awa
To the land o’ the leal.
Like snaw-wreathes in thaw, Jean,
I'm wearin awa
To the land o’ the leal.
There’s uae sorrow there, Jean,
There’s neither cauld nor care, Jean,
The day’s aye fair
In the land o’ the leal.
There’s neither cauld nor care, Jean,
The day’s aye fair
In the land o’ the leal.
Our bonnie bairn’s there, Jean,
She was baith guid and fair, Jean,
And, oh! we grudged her sair
To the land o’ the leal.
She was baith guid and fair, Jean,
And, oh! we grudged her sair
To the land o’ the leal.
But sorrow’s sel’ wears past, Jean,
And joy is comin fast, Jean,
The joy that‘s aye to last
In the land o‘ the leal.
And joy is comin fast, Jean,
The joy that‘s aye to last
In the land o‘ the leal.
Our friends are a‘ gane, Jean,
We’ve lang been lift alane, Jean,—
We’ll a‘ meet again
In the land o‘ the leal.
We’ve lang been lift alane, Jean,—
We’ll a‘ meet again
In the land o‘ the leal.
Oh! dry your glistening e‘e, Jean,
My soul langs to be free, Jean,
My soul langs to be free, Jean,
