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.