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!