The Song Book No. 4/Amang the Rigs o' Barley

by Anonymous

For other versions of this work, see Amang the Rigs o' Barley.

Amang the Rigs o' Barley.

It was upon a Lammas night,
when corn-rigs are bonny,
Beneath the moon's unclouded light,
I held awa' to Annie:
The time flew by wi' tentless heed,
till 'tween the late and early,
Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed
to see me through the barley.

Corn rigs, and barley rigs
an' corn rigs are bonny
I'll ne'er forget that happy night,
amang the rigs wi' Annie.

The sky was blue, the wind was still,
the moon was shining clearly;
I set her down, wi' right good-will
Amang the rigs o' barley:
I kent her heart was a' my ain;
I lo'ed her most sincerely;
I kiss'd her o'er and o'er again,
amang the rigs o' barley.

I lock'd her in my fond embrace;
her heart was beating rarely;
My blessings on that happy place
amang the rigs o' barley.
But by the moon and stars sae bright,
that shone that hour sac clearly:
She aye shall bliss that happy night,
amang the rigs o' barley.