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By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free !
Lay the proud usurpers low \ Tyrants fall in every foe ! Liberty 's in every blow \ Let us do or die !
Words by Burns.
Tune Hey Tuttie Tattie.
PM WEARING AWA, JEAN
TO THE SAME TUNE.
I'm wearing awa', Jean,
Like snaw when its thaw, Jean,
I'm wearing awa'
To 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.
Ye were aye leal and true, Jean, Your task's ended noo, Jean, And I'll welcome you
To the land o' the leal. Our bonie bairn's there, Jean, She was baith. gude and fair, Jean, And O we grudged her sair
To the land o' the leal.
Then dry that tearfu' e'e, Jean, My soul langs to be free, Jean, And angels wait for me
To the land o' the leal. Now fare ye well, my ain Jean, This warld's care is vain, Jean, We'll meet and aye be fain
In the land o' the leal.
Lady Nairn. N2 |
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