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The time few by wi' tendess heed,
till ’tween the late and early,
Wi’ sma’ persuasion she agreed,
to see me through the barley.
Chorus. O it’s corn rigs, an’ 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 air was still,
the moon was shining clearly,
I set her down wi' right good will,
among the rigs of barley;
I kent her heart was a’ my ain,
I loved her most sincerely,
I kiss’d her o’er and o’er again
amang the rigs o’ barley.
Chor. O it’s corn rigs and barley rigs, etc.
I lock’d her in my fond embrace,
her heart was beating rarely,
My blessing on that happy place,
amang the rigs o’ barley.
But by the moon and stars sae bright,
that shone that hour so clearly,
I’ll ne’er forget our happiness
amang the rigs o’ barley.
Chor. O it’s corn rigs, and barley rigs, etc
I ha'e been blyth wi’ comrades dear,
I ha’e been merry drinking,
I ha’e been joyfu’ gathering gear,
I ha’e been happy thinking.
But a’ the pleasures e’er I had,
though three times doubled fairly,
That happy night was worth them a’
amang the rigs o' barfly.
Chor. O it’s corn rigs, and barley rigs, etc.
