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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 sae clearly,
She ay shall bless that happy night,
Amang the rigs of barley.
I ha'e been blythe wi' comrades dear,
I ha'e been merry drinkin,
I ha'e been joyful gath'rin gear,
I ha'e been happy thinking
But a' the pleasures e'er I saw,
Tho' three times doubled fairly,
That happy night was worth them a',
Amang the rigs o barley.
DEAREST MAID I ADORE THEE.
By the pure light of love that now beams from thine eye,
By the magic that breathes in the balm of thy sigh.
By the numberless spells which lie hid in thy smile;
By the bend of thy brows irresistible wile;
I swear, dearest maid, I adore thee;
I swear, dearest maid, I adore thee;
I swear, dearest maid,
