LL-L "Songs" 2003.03.04 (05) [E]

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From: Allison Turner-hansen <athansen at arches.uga.edu>
Subject: LL-L "Songs" 2003.03.03 (04) [E]

Ron, Lowlanders,
I, too, loved hearing the songs "Annie Laurie" and "Auld Lang
Syne".
There is a song I'd like to ask about: "The Land o' the Leal".  It
is sung to the tune of "Scots Wha Hae", though with a much slower tempo.
I have it on a CD, but I can't make out the words.  Does anyone have the
lyrics to this song?

Thanks,
Allison Turner-Hansen

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From: R. F. Hahn <sassisch at yahoo.com>
Subject: Songs

Thanks, Allison.  Words of gratification have a way of producing miracles,
or instant gratification in return.

   The Land o' the Leal

   Carolina Oliphant, (Lady Nairne), 1766-1845

   I'm wearin' awa', John
   Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, John,
   I'm wearin' awa'
     To the land o' the leal.
   There 's nae sorrow there, John,
   There 's neither cauld nor care, John,
   The day is aye fair
     In the land o' the leal.

   Our bonnie bairn 's there, John,
   She was baith gude and fair, John;
   And O! we grudged her sair
     To the land o' the leal.
   But sorrow's sel' wears past, John,
   And joy 's a-coming fast, John,
   The joy that 's aye to last
     In the land o' the leal.

   Sae dear 's the joy was bought, John,
   Sae free the battle fought, John,
   That sinfu' man e'er brought
     To the land o' the leal.
   O, dry your glistening e'e, John!
   My saul langs to be free, John,
   And angels beckon me
     To the land o' the leal.

   O, haud ye leal and true, John!
   Your day it 's wearin' through, John,
   And I'll welcome you
     To the land o' the leal.
   Now fare-ye-weel, my ain John,
   This warld's cares are vain, John,
   We'll meet, and we'll be fain,
     In the land o' the leal.

Lady Nairne wrote the words when the only child of her friend, Mrs.
Archibald Campbell Colquhoun (who had been a love of Sir Walter Scott at one
time), died. Robert Burns later tinkered with the lyrics.

Yes, I have a music file of this and may post it if I get a chance, which
may be no earlier than later this week.

Scots _leal_ means 'loyal' or 'faithful', in case anyone wonders.

Cheers!
Reinhard/Ron

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