Land o' the Leal

I’m wearin’ awa’ Jean

Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean

I’m wearin’ awa’ tae the land o’ the leal

There’s nae sorrow there, Jean

There’s neither cauld nor care, Jean

The day is aye fair in the land o’ the leal

Tae me ye hae been true, Jean

Your task has ended noo, Jean

For near kythes my view o’ the land o’ the leal

Oor bonnie bairn is there, Jean

She was baith guid an’ fair, Jean

An’, o, we grudged her sair tae the land o’ the leal

But dry that tearfu’ ee’, Jean

Grieve na fur her ‘n me, Jean

Frae sin an sorrow free is the land o’ the leal

Noo fair ye weel, ma ain Jean

This warld’s cares are vain, Jean

We’ll meet and aye be fain in the land o’ the leal

I’m wearin’ awa’ Jean

Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean

I’m wearin’ awa tae the land o’ the leal

There’s nae sorrow there, Jean

There’s neither cauld nor care, Jean

The day is aye fair in the land o’ the leal