I'm wearin' awa, Jean, Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean I'm wearin' awa' tae the Land o' the Leal There's no 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 Your task is ended noo, Jean And I'll welcome you tae the Land o' the Leal Our bonnie bairn's there, Jean She was baith guid and fair, Jean And oh, we grudged her sair, tae the Land o' the Leal
So dry that tearful ee, Jean, My soul langs tae be free, Jean And angels wait on me tae the Land o' the Leal So fare-thee-weel my ain Jean, This world's care is vain, Jean We'll meet and aye be fain, tae the Land o' the Leal