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 no sorrow there, Jean,
There's neither cauld nor care, Jean
The day is aye fair in the Land o� the Leal
Ye aye were leal and true, Jean
Your task is ended noo, Jean
And I�ll welcome you tae the Land o' the Leal
Our bonnie bairn's there, Jean
She was baith guid and fair, Jean
And oh, we grudged her sair, tae the Land o� the Leal
So dry that tearful ee, Jean,
My soul langs tae be free, Jean
And angels wait on me tae the Land o� the Leal
So fare-thee-weel my ain Jean,
This world's care is vain, Jean
We'll meet and aye be fain, tae the Land o� the Leal
(words by Lady Nairn, music trad.)