Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne (Каролина Олифант, леди Нэрн)

The Land o' the Leal

Air — "Hey tutti taiti."

I'm wearin' awa', John
Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, John,
I'm wearin' awa'
 To the land o' the leal.
There 's nae sorrow there, John,
There 's neither cauld nor care, John,
The day is aye fair
 In the land o' the leal.

Our bonnie bairn 's there, John,
She was baith gude and fair, John;
And O! we grudged her sair
 To the land o' the leal.
But sorrow's sel' wears past, John,
And joy 's a-coming fast, John,
The joy that 's aye to last
 In the land o' the leal.

Sae dear 's the joy was bought, John,
Sae free the battle fought, John,
That sinfu' man e'er brought
 To the land o' the leal.
O, dry your glistening e'e, John!
My saul langs to be free, John,
And angels beckon me
 To the land o' the leal.

O, haud ye leal and true, John!
Your day it 's wearin' through, John,
And I'll welcome you
 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.

1. The Lass o’ Gowrie
2. Fell He on the Field of Fame
3. Cauld Kail in Aberdeen
4. Gude Nicht, and Joy Be Wi' Ye A'
5. He's Owre the Hills that I Lo'e Weel

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