THE LAND O' THE LEAL. I'm wearing awa', Jean, Like snaw when it is thaw, Jean; I'm wearing awa', Jean, To the land o' the leal. There's nae sorrow there, Jean, The day is aye fair, Jean, In the land o' the leal. Ye were aye leal and true, Jean, And I'll welcome you To the land o' the leal. Our bonnie bairn's there, Jean, And we grudged her right sair To the land o' the leal. ANON. Then dry that tearfu' e'e, Jean, To the land o' the leal. Now, fare ye weel, my ain Jean, In the land o' the leal. THE PEACE EU' HAME. ANON. OUR cosie hame, our peacefu' hame, And there through a' the live lang day Like lammies on yon sunny brae, Our bonnie bairnies skip and play— Their hearts rin owre wi' glee, Annic. Near them wha can e'er grow auld? Near them hearts can ne'er grow cauld; A glint o' heaven their smiles unfauld, To lift our thochts on hie, Annie. What though jostlin' on life's road Baith greed and pride we see, Annie, Let's aye be thankfu' its sae broadThere's room for thee and me, Annie! Let big Ambition strut and strive, Nane can blight earth's bonnie flowers, We winna grudge the great their braws, Kind Nature's heart away, Annie. Nae wicked wassails shall us pain, "Twill ne'er be thee or me, Annie. Side by side as trees we'll grow, WOMAY. From a Poem entitled "Silent Love." JAMES WILSON. O woman! woman! ever true and kind, Thou sweet perfection of the gentle mind! Blest to refine thy lord-like brother-man, The last, but noblest of the Almighty's plan! How calm, how tender, and how full of love, An earthly angel sent him from above;— A being in whose soft expressive eyes We read the light, the language of the skies! |