Land o' the Leal.
[We can find no information regarding the authorship of this song. It appeared shortly after the death of Burns, whose dying thoughts it affects to personify. It is sung to the old tune of "Hey, tuttie, taittie."]
I'm wearing awa', Jean,
Like snaw when it is thaw, Jean;
I'm wearing awa', Jean,
To the land o' the leal.
There's nae sorrow there, Jean,
There's neither cauld nor care, Jean,
The day is aye fair, Jean,
In the land o' the leal.
Ye were aye leal and true, Jean,
Your task's ended now, Jean,
And I'll welcome you
To the land o' the leal.
Our bonnie bairn's there, Jean,
She was baith guid and fair, Jean,
And we grudged her right sair
To the land o' the leal.
Then dry that tearfu' e'e, Jean,
Wy soul langs to be free, Jean,
And angels wait on me
To the land o' the leal.
Now, fare ye weel, my ain Jean,
This warld's care is vain, Jean,
We'll meet and aye be fain
In the land o' the leal.