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Hae I a joy ! 'tis a her ain ;
United still her heart and mine;
They're like the woodbine round the tree.
That's twin'd till death shall them disjoin.
THE LAND OF THE LEAL.
Tune — Tutie taitie,
I'm, wearin' awa, Jean,
Like sna' when 'tis thaw, Jean,
I'm wearin' awa
To the land o' the leal !
There's nae sorrow there, Jean,
There's nae cauld nor care, Jean^
The day is ay fair
In the land o' the leaL
Ye were ay leal an' true, Jean,
Your task's ended now, Jean,
And I'll welcome you
To the land o' the leal.
Our bonnie bairn's there, Jean,
She was baith gude and fair, Jeali^
And we grudg'd her right sair
To the land o' the leal.
Then dry that tearfu' ee, Jean,
My saul langs to be free, Jean,
For 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 ay be fain
In the land o' the leal.
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