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CAROLINA, LADY NAIRNE

1766-1845

526                                     The Land o the Leal

IM wearin awa, John,
   Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, John,
Im wearin awa
   To the land o the leal.
Theres nae sorrow there, John,
   Theres neither cauld nor care, John,
The day is aye fair
   In the land o the leal.
Our bonnie bairns there, John,
   She was baith gude and fair, John;
And O! we grudged her sair
   To the land o the leal.
But sorrows sel wears past, John,
   And joys a-coming fast, John,
The joy thats aye to last
   In the land o the leal.
Sae dears the joy was bought, John,
   Sae free the battle fought, John,
That sinfu man eer brought
   To the land o the leal.
O, dry your glistening ee, 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 its wearin through, John,
And Ill welcome you
   To the land o the leal.

Now fare-ye-weel, my ain John,
   This warlds cares are vain, John,
Well meet, and well be fain,
   In the land o the leal.

 

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