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382. Song—I'll meet thee on the Lea Rig

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 WHEN o’er the hill the eastern 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.
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.
The hunter lo’es the morning sun; To rouse the mountain deer, my jo; At noon the fisher seeks the glen Adown the burn to steer, my jo: Gie me the hour o’ gloamin’ grey, It maks my heart sae cheery O, To meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind Dearie O.

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