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The belted' plaid fa'ing, her white bosom shawing,
Fair stood the lov'd maid wi' the dark rolling ee !
Is it my wee thing ? is it mine ain thing ?
"Is it my true love here that I see ?
" O Jamie, forgie me I your heart's constant to
" me:
" I'll never mair wander, my true love, frae thee. 1 *
The Lee Rig-
To its own Tune*
Will ye gang o'er the lee rig,
My ain kind dearie, O ;
An' cuddle there fu' kindly
Wi' me, my kind dearie, O I
At thorny bush, or birken tree,
We'll daff, an' never weary, O ;
They'll scug ill een frae you an' me,
My ain kind dearie, O.
Nae herd, wi' kent or colly, there
Shall ever come to fear ye, O ;
But lav'rocks, whistling in the air,
Shall woo, like me, their dearie, C.