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The Lea Rig (Robert Burns)
1. When oG'er the hill the eC'ening sGtar, tells bugAmhtin tCime is Amnear, my jo, And oGwsen frae the fCurrow'd fGield, RCeturn sae dowf and wGeary O; Down Cby the bGurn, where Cbirken buds, Wi' Amdew are Changin cAmlear, my jo, I'll mGeet thee on the lCea-rGig, My Cain kind DGearie O.
2. At mGidnight hour, in Cmirkest gGlen, I'd Amrove, and nCe'er be eAmerie, O, If tGhro' that glen I gCaed to Gthee, my Cain kind DeGarie O; Altho'C the niGght were neC'er sae wild, And I Amwere nCe'er sae wAmeary O, I'll mGeet thee on the lCea-rGig, My Cain kind DeGarie O.
3. The hGunter lo'es the moCrning Gsun, To rAmouse the mCountain dAmeer, my jo; At nGoon the fisher taCkes the Gglen, AdoCwn the burn to sGteer, my jo: Gie Cme the Ghour o' gCloamin' gray, It mAmaks my hCeart sae cAmheery O, To mGeet thee on the lCea-rGig, My aCin kind DeGarie O.