The Land O' The Leal - Andy M. Stewart

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 is aye fair

In the land o' the leal

Ye, aye, were leal and true, Jean

Yer task is ended noo, Jean

And I’ll welcome you, Tae the lan' o’the Leal

Our bonnie bairn 's there, Jean

She was baith gude and fair, Jean;

And O!

we grudged her sair

To the land o' the leal

SO, dry that tearfull e’e, Jean!

My saul langs to be free, Jean

And angels wait on me

To the land o' the leal

Now fare-ye-weel, my ain John

This warld’s cares are vain, John

We’ll meet, and we’ll be fain

In the land o' the leal