The Canary/The Land o' the Leal
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The Land o' the Leal.
I'm wearing awa, Jean,Like snaw when its thaw, Jean,I'm wearing awaTo the land of the leal.There's nae sorrow there, Jean,There's nae cauld nor care, Jean,The day is ave fairIn the land o' the leal.
Ye were aye leal an' true, Jean,Your task's ended now, Jean,An' I'll welcome youTo the land o' the leal.Our bonny bairn's there, Jean,She was baith gude and fair, Jean,An' we grudged her right fairTo the land o' the leal.
Then dry the tearfu' ee, Jean,My soul langs to be free, Jean,An' angels wait on meTo 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 fainIn the land o' the leal.