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 fareyeweel, my ain John:
This warld’s cares are vain, John;
We’ll meet, and we’ll be fain,
In the land o’ the leal.