382. Songâ€”Iâ€™ll meet thee on the Lea Rig by Robert Burns
WHEN oâ€™er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin time is near, my jo, And owsen frae the furrowâ€™d field Return sae dowf and weary O; Down by the burn, where birken buds Wiâ€™ dew are hangin clear, my jo, Iâ€™ll meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind Dearie O.
At midnight hour, in mirkest glen, Iâ€™d rove, and neâ€™er be eerie, O, If throâ€™ that glen I gaed to thee, My ain kind Dearie O; Althoâ€™ the night were neâ€™er sae wild, And I were neâ€™er sae weary O, Iâ€™ll meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind Dearie O.
The hunter loâ€™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 oâ€™ gloaminâ€™ grey, It maks my heart sae cheery O, To meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind Dearie O.