The Lea-Rig
1.
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
Wi' dew are hangin clear, my jo,
I'll meet thee on the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O.
2.
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.
3.
The hunter lo'es the morning sun
To rouse the mountain deer, my jo;
At noon the fisher takes 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.

The Meadow-Ridge

When over the hill the eastern star
Tells folding time is near, my sweetheart,
And oxen from the furrowed field
Reurn so dull and weary, O,
Down by the brook, where scented birches
With dew are hanging clear, my sweetheart,
I will meet you on the meadow-ridge,
My own kind dear, O.

At midnight hour in darkest glen
I would rove, and never be frightened, O,
If through that glen I went to you,
My own kind dear, O!
Althought the night were never so wild,
And I were never so weary, O,
I will meet you on the meadow-ridge,
My own kind dear, O.

The hunter loves the morning sun
To rouse the mountain deer, my sweetheart;
At noon the fisher takes to the glen
Down the brook to rouse, my sweetheart:
Give me the hour of twilight grey -
It makes my heart so cheery, O,
To meet you on the meadow-ridge,
My own kind dear, O.