The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 87
The Land 0' the Leal
The Land 0' the Leal.
I'm wearin' awa', Jean,
Like snaw-wreaths in thaw. Jean;
I'm wearin' awa',
To the land o' the leal.
There's nae sorrow there, Jean,
There's neither cauld nor care, Jean,
The day's aye fair,
In the land o' the leal.
Ye were aye leal and true, Jean,
Your task's ended noo, Jean,
And I'll welcome you
To the land o' the leal.
Our bonnie bairn's there, Jean,
She was baith guid and fair, Jean,
And we grudged her sair
To the land o' the leal.
Then dry that tearfu' e'e, Jean,
My soul langs to be free, Jean,
And angels wait on me
To the land o' the leal.
Now, fair ye weel, my ain Jean,
This warld's care is vain, Jean,
We'll meet and aye be fain 1
In the land o' the leal.
1 Happy.