| Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900. |
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| Carolina, Lady Nairne. 1766–1845 |
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| 512. The Land o' the Leal |
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| I'M wearin' awa', John | |
| Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, John, | |
| I'm wearin' 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 | |
| In the land o' the leal. | |
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| Our bonnie bairn 's there, John, | |
| She was baith gude and fair, John; | 10 |
| And O! we grudged her sair | |
| To the land o' the leal. | |
| But sorrow's sel' wears past, John, | |
| And joy 's a-coming fast, John, | |
| The joy that 's aye to last | 15 |
| In the land o' the leal. | |
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| Sae dear 's the joy was bought, John, | |
| Sae free the battle fought, John, | |
| That sinfu' man e'er brought | |
| To the land o' the leal. | 20 |
| O, dry your glistening e'e, John! | |
| My saul langs to be free, John, | |
| And angels beckon me | |
| To the land o' the leal. | |
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| O, haud ye leal and true, John! | 25 |
| 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, | |
| This warld's cares are vain, John, | 30 |
| We'll meet, and we'll be fain, | |
| In the land o' the leal. | |
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