I'm wearin' awa', JeannLike snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean,nI'm wearin' awa'nTo the land o' the leal.nThere 's nae sorrow there, Jean,nThere 's neither cauld nor care, Jean,nThe day is aye fairnIn the land o' the leal.nYe, aye,were leal and true, Jean,nYer task is ended noo, Jean,nAnd I'll welcome you, Tae the lan' o'the LealnOur bonnie bairn 's there, Jean,nShe was baith gude and fair, Jean;nAnd O! we grudged her sairnTo the land o' the leal.nSO, dry that tearfull e'e, Jean!nMy saul langs to be free, Jean,nAnd angels wait on menTo the land o' the leal.nNow fare-ye-weel, my ain John,nThis warld's cares are vain, John,nWe'll meet, and we'll be fain,nIn the land o' the leal.