To the land o’ the leal.
Oh, dry your glistening e’e, John!
My soul langs to be free, John;
And angels beckon me
To the land o’ the leal.
“Oh, 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 fare-ye-weel, my ain John,