My Ain Kind Dearie


I'll lay thee o'er the lee-rig, Lovely Mary, deary, O; I'll lay thee o'er the lee-rig, My lovely Mary, deary, O. Altho' the night were ne'er so wet, An' I were ne'er so weary O; I'd lay thee o'er the lee-rig, My lovely Mary, deary, O. Look down ye gods from yonder sky, An' see how blest a man am I; No envy my fond heart alarms, Encircled in my Mary's arms Lyin' across the lee-rig, Wi' lovely Mary, deary, O; Lyin' across the lee-rig, Wi' my kind deary, O.

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Stuart McQuarrie

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It is read here by Stuart McQuarrie.

Themes for this song

seduction

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