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 guid and fair, John;
And, oh! we grudged her sair
To the land o’ the leal.