And whelmed in deeper gulfs than he.
William Cowper.
CLXVII
THE LAND O’ THE LEAL.
I’m wearing awa’, John,
Like snaw when its thaw, John,
I’m wearing awa’
To the land o’ the leal.
There’s nae sorrow there, John, 5
There’s neither cauld nor care, John,
The day is aye fair