The Land o' the Leal
By Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne, (1766-1845)

  • I'm wearin' awa', John,
  • Like snaw-wreaths in 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 is aye fair
  • In the land o' the leal.
  • Our bonnie bairn's there, John,
  • She was baith gude and fair, John,
  • And, oh! we grudged her sair
  • To the land o' the leal.
  • But sorrow's sel' wears past, John,
  • And joy is comin' fast, John,
  • The joy that's aye 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'nin' e'e, John,
  • My saul langs to be free, John,
  • And angels beckon me
  • To the land o' the leal.
  • Oh! haud ye lead an' true, John,
  • Your day it's wearin' thro', John,
  • And I'll welcome you
  • To the land o' the leal.
  • Now 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.
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  • Notes
  • LEAL: loyal, faithful. SAIR: sore.
  • BAIRN: child. FAIN: happy