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