Will ye gang owr the lee-rigg, My ain kind deary O! And cuddle there sae kindly Wi me, my kind deary O? At thornie-dike and birken-tree We'll daff, and ne'er be weary O; They'll scug ill een frae you and me, Mine ain kind deary O. Nae herds wi kent or colly there, Shall ever come to fear ye O; But lav'rocks, whistling in the air, Shall woo, like me, their deary O! While others herd their lambs and ewes, And toil for warld's gear, my jo, Upon the lee my pleasure grows, Wi you, my kind dearie O! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS FOR MUSIC (2) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE OLD WOMAN by JOSEPH CAMPBELL A BALLAD OF ATHLONE; OR, HOW THEY BROKE DOWN THE BRIDGE by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE A SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY GOING OUT OF TOWN IN THE SPRING by JOHN DRYDEN COMMEMORATION ODE READ AT HARVARD UNIVERSITY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE WELL OF ST. KEYNE by ROBERT SOUTHEY |