| 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 |