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