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...THE NIGHT OF TRAFALGAR by THOMAS HARDY ENVOY, TO 'MORE SONGS FROM VAGABONDIA' by RICHARD HOVEY ON A CHILD by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SUNKEN GOLD by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON LAUGHING CORN by CARL SANDBURG SONNET FOR A PICTURE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE A SATIRE [OR, SATYR] AGAINST MANKIND by JOHN WILMOT PROLOGUE TO THE PLAY OF HENRY THE EIGHTH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |