The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/My ain kind Dearie O

by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

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MY AIN KIND DEARIE O.

 

When o'er the hill the eastern starTells bughtin-time is near, my jo;And owsen frae the furrow'd fieldReturn sae dowf and wearie O;Down by the burn, where scented birksWi' dew are hanging clear, my jo,I'll meet thee on the lea-rig,My ain kind dearie O.

In mirkest glen, at midnight hour,I'd rove, and ne'er be eerie OIf 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 wearie O,I'd 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,Along 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.