Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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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 | 5 |
| Wi’ dew are hangin clear, my jo, | |
| I’ll meet thee on the lea-rig, | |
| My ain kind Dearie O. | |
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| At midnight hour, in mirkest glen, | |
| I’d rove, and ne’er be eerie, O, | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| My ain kind Dearie O. | |
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| 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: | 20 |
| 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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