The Lea-rig Lyrics - Andy M. Stewart

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 

Wi' dew are hangin clear, my jo, 

I'll meet thee on the lea-rig, 

My ain kind Dearie O. 

At midnight hour, in mirkest glen, 

I'd rove, and ne'er be eerie, O, 

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, 

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 

Adown 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.