'm wearin' 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
This land is mine God gave this land to me This brave and ancient land To me And when the morning sun Reveals her hills and plains Then I see a land
the morning, the different colours of the landscape, the freshness of the breeze. So sit for a while and rest with the spirit of the land. [-
of the morning, the different colours of the landscape, the freshness of the breeze. So sit for a while and rest with the spirit of the land. [-
Bản dịch: Andy M. Stewart. The Land O' The Leal.
of the morning, the different colours of the landscape, the freshness of the breeze. So sit for a while and rest with the spirit of the land. [-John
