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i&039;ll et thee on the lea rig

when o&039;er the hill the eastern star

tells bught ti is near, y jo,

and owsen frae the furrow&039;d field

return sae dowf and weary o;

down by the burn, where birken buds

wi&039; dew are hang clear, y jo,

i&039;ll et thee on the lea-rig,

y a kd dearie o

at idnight hour, irkest glen,

i&039;d rove, and ne&039;er be eerie, o,

if thro&039; that glen i gaed to thee,

y a kd dearie o;

altho&039; the night were ne&039;er sae wild,

and i were ne&039;er sae weary o,

i&039;ll et thee on the lea-rig,

y a kd dearie o

the hunter lo&039;es the orng sun;

to roe the ounta deer, y jo;

at noon the fisher seeks the glen

adown the burn to steer, y jo:

gie the hour o&039; gloa&039; grey,

it aks y heart sae cheery o,

to et thee on the lea-rig,

y a kd dearie o