I'm wearing awa', Jean, Like snaw when it's thaw, Jean; I'm wearing awa', To the land o' the leal. There's nae sorrow there, Jean, There's neither cauld nor car, Jean, The day is aye fair In the land o' the leal. Ye were aye leal and true, Jean; Your task's ended noo, 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: O, we grudged her right sair To the land o' the leal! Then dry that tearfu' ee, Jean, My 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FALL OF HYPERION; A DREAM by JOHN KEATS THE MEN BEHIND THE GUNS by JOHN JEROME ROONEY THE WAY OF SACRIFICE by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE CELESTIAL COUNTRY by BERNARD OF CLUNY CLOUD-LIFE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: MITIGATIONS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ON THE NATURE AND REASON OF ALL OUTWARD LAW by JOHN BYROM WHAT MATTERS IT? by GEORGE FREDERICK CAMERON WARNING; SUGGESTED BY THE CHRISTIANA (PA.) TREASON TRIALS by ALFRED GIBBS CAMPBELL |