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.