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THE HONGS OF SCOTLAND.
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MY AIN KIND DEARIE, 0.
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In mirkest 3 glen, at midnight hour,
I'd rove, and ne'er be eerie, 4 ;
If thro' that glen I gaed to thee,
My ain kind dearie, !
Although the night were ne'er sae wild,
And I were ne'er sae weary, 0,
I'd meet thee on the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, !
1 The hour when the ewes are driven into the pen to be milked.
The hunter lo'es the morning sun,
To rouse the mountain deer, my jo ;
At noon the fisher seeks the glen,
Along the burn to steer, my jo ;
Gi'e me the hour o' gloamin' gray,
It mak's my heart sae cheerie, 0,
To meet thee on the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, 0.
2 Bull ; exhausted.
4 Frightened.
" My ain kind dearie, 0." James Oswald published the old melody in his Caledonian Pocket Companion, vol. iii.
Its author is not known. It was more anciently called " The lea-rig," from a song beginning,
„ " I'll rowe thee o'er the lea-rig, Although the night were ne'er sae wat,
My ain kind dearie, ; And I were ne'er sae weary, 0,
I'll rowe thee o'er the lea-rig, I'll rowe thee o'er the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, 0. My ain kind dearie, 0."
The words here given to the air were written by Burns in October 1792. It will be seen that he availed himself of
the fifth and sixth lines of the old song in his second stanza. In his letter to Mr. Thomson, sending two stanzas of
the new song, he says, " Let me tell you, that you are too fastidious in your ideas of songs and ballads. I own that
your criticisms are just ; the songs you specify in your list have, all but one, the faults you remark in them ; but
who shall mend the matter? Who shall rise up and say — Go to, I will make a better? For instance, on reading
over ' The lea-rig,' I immediately set about trying my hand on it, and, after all, I could make nothing more of it than
the following, which heaven knows, is poor enough."
The following stanzas were written for this air by William Reid, Bookseller, Glasgow. Ferguson's song, of which
they were intended to be a continuation, is scarcely fit for insertion here. —
At gloamin', if my lane I be,
Oh, but I'm wondrous eerie, :
And mony a heavy sigh I gi'e,
When absent frae my dearie, ;
But seated 'neath the milk-white thorn,
In ev'ning fair and dearie, 0,
Enraptured, a' my cares I scorn,
When wi' my kind dearie, 0.
Whare through the birks the burnie rows,
Aft ha'e I sat fu' cheerie, 0,
Upon the bonnie greensward howcs,
Wi' thee, my kind dearie, 0.
I've courted till I've heard the craw
Of honest chanticleerie, 0,
Yet never miss'd my sleep ava,
Whan wi' my kind dearie, 0.
For though the night were ne'er sae dark,
And I were ne'er sae weary, 0, t
I'd meet thee on the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, 0.
While in this weary warld of wae,
This wilderness sae drearie, 0,
What makes me blythe, and keeps me sae ?
'Tis thee, my kind dearie, !