Poem by Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne

My Ain Kind Dearie, O

  Air — "The lea rig."

Will ye gang owre the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O?
Will ye gang owre the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O?
Gin ye'll tak' heart, and gang wi' me,
Mishap will never steer ye, O;
Gude luck lies pwre the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O.

There's walth owre yon green lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O;
There's walth owre yon green lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O;
It's neither land, nor gowd, nor braws,
Let them gang tapsie teerie, O;
It's walth o' peace, o' love, and truth,
My ain kind dearie, O.

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