The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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THE LEA-RIG |
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THE LEA-RIG
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When o'er the hill the eastern starTells bughtin time is near, my jo,
And owsen frae the furrow'd field
Return sae dowf and weary, O,
Down by the burn, where scented birks
Wi' dew are hangin clear, my jo,
I'll meet thee on the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O.
II
At midnight hour in mirkest glenI'd rove, and ne'er be eerie, O,
If thro' that glen I gaed to thee,
My ain kind dearie, O!
Altho' the night were ne'er sae wild,
And I were ne'er sae weary, O,
I'll meet thee on the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O.
III
The hunter lo'es the morning sunTo rouse the mountain deer, my jo;
At noon the fisher takes the glen
Adown the burn to steer, my jo:
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It maks my heart sae cheery, O,
To meet thee on the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O!
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