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, There 's neither cauld nor care, John, The day is aye fair   In the land o' the leal.

Our bonnie bairn 's there, John, She was baith gude and fair, John; 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   In the land o' the leal.

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. O, dry your glistening e'e, John! My saul langs to be free, John, And angels beckon me   To the land o' the leal.

O, haud ye leal and true, John! 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, We'll meet, and we'll be fain,   In the land o' the leal.