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.