4 The Land o' the Leal.
I‘m wearing awa Jean, Like fnaw when its thaw Jean; I‘m wearing awa to the land o‘ the leal. There's nae forrow there Jean, There's nae cauld nor care Jean, The day is ay fair, in the land o‘ the leal
Ye were ay leal an true Jean, Your tafles ended now Jean, And I'll welcome you to the land o‘ the leal. Our bonny bains there Jean; She was baith guid an fair Jean, And we grudg'd her right fair to the land o‘ the leal.
Then dry that tearfu' ee Jean, my foul langs to be free Jean, And angels wait on me to the land o' the leal. Now fare ye weel my ain Jean, This warlds care is vain Jean, We'll meet and ay be fain In the land o' the leal.
