Ben J W Anthony - The Lea-Rig

When o'er the hill the eastern star
Tells butting time is near, my jo
And owsen frae the furrowed field
Return so dowf and weary O
Down by the burn, where birking buds
Wi' dew are hanging clear, my jo
I'll meet thee on the lea-rig
My own kind Dearie O
At midnight hour, in mirkest glen
I'd rove, and ne'er be eerie O
If thro' that glen I gave to thee
My own kind Dearie O
Although' the night were ne'er so wild
And I were ne'er so weary O
I'll meet thee on the lea-rig
My own kind Dearie O
The hunter loves the morning sun
To rouse the morning deer, my jo
At noon the fisher seeks the glen
A down the burn to steer, my jo
Gie me the hour o' gloaming grey
It makes my heart so cheery O
To meet thee on the lea-rig
My own kind Dearie O
When o'er the hill the eastern star
Tells butting time is near, my jo
And owsen frae the furrowed field
Return so dowf and weary O
Down by the burn, where birking buds
Wi' dew are hanging clear, my jo
I'll meet thee on the lea-rig
My own kind Dearie O

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