MY AIN KIND DEARY.
An old song on which Burns modelled his beautiful lyric with the same title.
I'll lay thee o'er the lee-rig,
Lovely Mary, dearie, O;
I'll lay thee o'er the lee-rig,
My lovely Mary, dearie, O.
Altho' the night were ne'er so wet,
An' I were ne'er so weary O;
I'd lay thee o'er the lee-rig
My lovely Mary, dearie, O.
Altho' the night, &c.
Look down ye gods from yonder sky,
An' see how blest a man am I;
No envy my fond heart alarms,
Encircled in my Mary's arms.
Lyin' across the lee-rig,
Wi' lovely Mary, dearie, O;
Lyin' across the lee-rig
Wi' my ain kind deary, O.
Altho' the night, &c.
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