THE LAND O' THE LEAL. 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, In the land o' the leal. Ye were aye leal and true, Jean, And I'll welcome you To the land o' the leal. Our bonnie bairn's there, Jean, And we grudged her right sair To the land o' the leal. ANON. Then dry that tearfu' e'e, Jean, To the land o' the leal. Now, fare ye weel, my ain Jean, THE PEACE FU' HAWE. ANOS OUR cosie hame, our peacefu' hame, And there through a' the live lang day Their hearts rin owre wi' glee, Annie. Near them wha can e'er grow auld? Near them hearts can ne'er grow cauld; A glint o' heaven their smiles unfauld, To lift our thochts on hie, Annie. What though jostlin' on life's road Baith greed and pride we see, Annie, Let's aye be thankfu' its sae broadThere's room for thee and me, Annie! Let big Ambition strut and strive, Nane can blight earth's bonnie flowers, We winna grudge the great their braws, Kind Nature's heart away, Annie. Nae wicked wassails shall us pain, "Twill ne'er be thee or me, Annie. |