The Land o' the Leal
Lady Nairne
1766 to 1845
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I'm wearin' awa', John,
Like snaw when it's thaw, John,
I'm wearin' awa'
To the land o' the leal.
There's nae sorrow there, John,
There's neither cauld nor care, John,
The day's aye fair
In the land o' the leal.
Our bonnie bairn's there, John,
She was baith gude fair, John,
And oh! we grudged her sair
To land o' the leal.
But sorrow's sel' wears past, John,
And joy is comin' fast, John,
The joy that's to last
In the land o' the leal.
Sae dear's that joy was bought, John,
Sae free the battle fought, John,
That sinfu' man e'er brought
To the land o' the leal.
Oh! dry your glist'ning e'e, John,
My langs to be free, John,
And angels beckon me
the land o' the leal.
Noo, haud ye leal true, John,
Your day it's weel near through, John,
I'll welcome you
To the land o' the leal.
Noo, 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.