My Ain Kind Dearie O.

I.         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 scented birks[1]             Wi' dew are hanging clear, my jo;         I'll meet thee on the lea-rig,             My ain kind dearie O! II.         In mirkest glen, at midnight hour,             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 wearie, O,         I'd meet thee on the lea-rig,             My ain kind dearie O! III.         The hunter lo'es the morning sun,             To rouse the mountain deer, my jo;         At noon the fisher seeks the glen,             Alang the burn to steer, my jo;         Gie me the hour o' gloamin gray,             It maks my heart sae cheery, O,         To meet thee on the lea-ring,             My ain kind dearie O!