I'm wearin' awa', Jean
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Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean,
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I'm wearin' awa'
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To the land o' the leal.
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There 's nae sorrow there, Jean,
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There 's neither cauld nor care, Jean,
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The day is aye fair
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In the land o' the leal.
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Ye, aye,were leal and true, Jean,
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Yer task is ended noo, Jean,
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And I'll welcome you, Tae the lan' o'the Leal
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Our bonnie bairn 's there, Jean,
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She was baith gude and fair, Jean;
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And O! we grudged her sair
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To the land o' the leal.
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SO, dry that tearfull e'e, Jean!
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My saul langs to be free, Jean,
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And angels wait on me
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To the land o' the leal.
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Now fare-ye-weel, my ain John,
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This warld's cares are vain, John,
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We'll meet, and we'll be fain,
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In the land o' the leal.
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The Land O' The Leal
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| Andy M. Stewart |
