| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
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| Lady Nairn |
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| CLVII. The Land o' the Leal |
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| I'M wearing awa', Jean, | |
| Like snaw when it's thaw, Jean, | |
| I'm wearing awa' | |
| To the land o' the leal. | |
| There's nae sorrow there, Jean, | 5 |
| There's neither cauld nor care, Jean, | |
| The day is aye fair | |
| In the land o' the leal. | |
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| Ye were aye leal and true, Jean, | |
| Your task's ended noo, Jean, | 10 |
| And I'll welcome you | |
| To the land o' the leal. | |
| Our bonnie bairn's there, Jean, | |
| She was baith guid and fair, Jean; | |
| O we grudged her right sair | 15 |
| To the land o' the leal! | |
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| Then dry that tearfu' e'e, Jean, | |
| My soul langs to be free, Jean, | |
| And angels wait on me | |
| To the land o' the leal. | 20 |
| Now fare ye weel, my ain Jean, | |
| This warld's care is vain, Jean; | |
| We'll meet and aye be fain | |
| In the land o' the leal! | |
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