I’m wearin’ awa’ Jean
Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean
I’m wearin’ awa’ tae the land o’ the leal
There’s nae sorrow there, Jean
There’s neither cauld nor care, Jean
The day is aye fair in the land o’ the leal

Tae me ye hae been true, Jean
Your task has ended noo, Jean
For near kythes my view o’ the land o’ the leal
Oor Bonnie bairn is there, Jean
She was baith guid an’ fair, Jean
An’, o, we grudged her sair tae the land o’ the leal

But dry that tearfu’ ee’, Jean
Grieve na fur her ‘n me, Jean
Frae sin an sorrow free is the land o’ the leal
Noo fair ye weel, ma ain Jean
This warld’s cares are vain, Jean
We’ll meet and aye be fain in the land o’ the leal

I’m wearin’ awa’ Jean
Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean
I’m wearin’ awa tae the land o’ the leal
There’s nae sorrow there, Jean
There’s neither cauld nor care, Jean
The day is aye fair in the land o’ the leal