Seven love songs/The land o' the leal
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The land o’ the leal.
I’m wearin awa, Jean,Like snaw-wreathes in thaw, Jean,I'm wearin awa To the land o’ the leal.
There’s uae sorrow there, Jean,There’s neither cauld nor care, Jean,The day’s aye fair In the land o’ the leal.
Our bonnie bairn’s there, Jean,She was baith guid and fair, Jean,And, oh! we grudged her sair To the land o’ the leal.
But sorrow’s sel’ wears past, Jean,And joy is comin fast, Jean,The joy that‘s aye to last In the land o‘ the leal.
Our friends are a‘ gane, Jean,We’ve lang been lift alane, Jean,—We’ll a‘ meet again In the land o‘ the leal.
Oh! dry your glistening e‘e, Jean,My soul langs to be free, Jean, And angels beckon me To the land o‘ the leal.
Oh! haud ye leal and true, Jean,Your day its wearin thro, Jean,And I‘ll welcome you To the land of the leal.
Now fare-ye-weel, my ain Jean,This warld‘s cares are vain, Jean,We‘ll meet and ay be fain In the land o‘ the leal.