The Lea Rig
(Robert Burns)
1. When o er the hill the e ening star, tells bughtin time is near, my jo,
And owsen frae the furrow d field, Return sae dowf and weary O;
Down by the burn, where birken buds, Wi dew are hangin clear, my jo,
I ll meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind Dearie O.
2. At midnight hour, in mirkest glen, I 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.
3. The hunter lo es the morning sun, To rouse the mountain deer, my jo;
At noon the fisher takes the glen, Adown the burn to steer, my jo:
Gie me the hour o gloamin gray, It maks my heart sae cheery O,
To meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind Dearie O.
