MY AIN KIND DEARIE-O.

The old words of this song are omitted here, though much more beautiful than these inserted; which were mostly composed by poor Fergusson, in one of his merry humours. The old words began thus:

“I’ll rowe thee o’er the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O,
I’ll rowe thee o’er the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O,
Altho’ the night were ne’er sae wat,
And I were ne’er sae weary, O;
I’ll rowe thee o’er the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O.”—