"THE LAND O' THE LEAL." A WIFE'S FAREWELL. I'm wearing awa, John, I'm wearing awa To the land o' the leal. There 's na sorrow there, John, There's neither cauld nor care, I' the land o' the leal. O dry your glistening e'e, John, Angels beckon me To the land o' the leal. Our bonny bairn 's there, John, To the land o' the leal. But sorrow's sel' wears past, John, And joy 's coming fast, The joy that's aye to last, I' the land o' the leal. Then fare ye weel, my ain John, This world's cares are vain; We'll meet, and aye be fain, I' the land o' the leal! |