 | The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill |  |
MY AIN KIND DEARIE, O.
When I the dreary mountains passed,
My ain kind dearie, O,
I thought on thee, my bonnie lass,
Although I wasna near thee, O.
My heart within me was richt sad,
When ithers they were cheerie, O;
They little kent I thought on thee,
My ain kind dearie, O.
My ain kind dearie, O,
I thought on thee, my bonnie lass,
Although I wasna near thee, O.
My heart within me was richt sad,
When ithers they were cheerie, O;
They little kent I thought on thee,
My ain kind dearie, O.
But now an' I ha'e won till Ayr,
Although I 'm gae an' weary, O,
I 'll take a glass into my hand,
An' drink to you, my dearie, O.
Cheer up your heart, my bonnie lass,
An' see you dinna weary, O;
In twice three weeks, gin I be spared,
I 'se come again an' see thee, O,
Although I 'm gae an' weary, O,
I 'll take a glass into my hand,
An' drink to you, my dearie, O.
Cheer up your heart, my bonnie lass,
An' see you dinna weary, O;
In twice three weeks, gin I be spared,
I 'se come again an' see thee, O,
An' row thee up, an' row thee down,
An' row till I weary, O,
An' row thee o'er the lea rig,
My ain kind dearie, O!
An' row till I weary, O,
An' row thee o'er the lea rig,
My ain kind dearie, O!
| The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill | |