The Poems of Robert Fergusson | ||
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THE LEE RIGG.
Will ye gang o'er the lee-rigg,
My ain kind deary O!
And cuddle there sae kindly
Wi' me, my kind deary O?
My ain kind deary O!
And cuddle there sae kindly
Wi' me, my kind deary O?
At thornie-dike and birken-tree
We'll daff, and ne'er be weary O;
They'll scug ill een frae you and me,
Mine ain kind deary O.
We'll daff, and ne'er be weary O;
They'll scug ill een frae you and me,
Mine ain kind deary O.
Nae herds wi' kent or colly there,
Shall ever come to fear ye O;
But lav'rocks, whistling in the air,
Shall woo, like me, their deary O!
Shall ever come to fear ye O;
But lav'rocks, whistling in the air,
Shall woo, like me, their deary O!
While others herd their lambs and ewes,
And toil for warld's gear, my jo,
Upon the lee my pleasure grows,
Wi' you, my kind dearie O!
And toil for warld's gear, my jo,
Upon the lee my pleasure grows,
Wi' you, my kind dearie O!
The Poems of Robert Fergusson | ||