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WILLIAM TAIT, 78 PRINCES STREET.

MDCCCXXIX.

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THE LAND O' THE LEAL.

TUNE-Hey, tuttie, taittie.
I'm wearing awa, Jean,
Like snaw when it's thaw, Jean;
I'm wearing awa, Jean,

To the land o' the leal.
There's nae sorrow there, Jean,
There's nae cauld there, Jean,
The day is aye fair, Jean,

In the land o' the leal.

Ye were aye leal and true, Jean,
Your task's ended now, Jean,
And I'll welcome you

To the land ' the leal.
Our bonny bairn's there, Jean,
She was baith guid and fair, Jean,
And we grudged her right sair

To the land o' the leal,

TUNE-Caledonian Hunt's delight. Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon,

How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair ? How can ye chant, ye little birds ?

And I sae weary fou o' care !