The Canary/The Land o' the Leal

by Anonymous

For other versions of this work, see The Land of the Leal.

The Land o' the Leal.

I'm wearing awa, Jean,
Like snaw when its thaw, Jean,
I'm wearing awa
To the land of the leal.
There's nae sorrow there, Jean,
There's nae cauld nor care, Jean,
The day is ave fair
In the land o' the leal.

Ye were aye leal an' true, Jean,
Your task's ended now, Jean,
An' I'll welcome you
To the land o' the leal.
Our bonny bairn's there, Jean,
She was baith gude and fair, Jean,
An' we grudged her right fair
To the land o' the leal.

Then dry the tearfu' ee, Jean,
My soul langs to be free, Jean,
An' angels wait on me
To the land o' the leal.
Now, fare ye weel, my ain Jean,
This warld's care is vain, Jean,
We'll meet an' aye be fain
In the land o' the leal.