Rigs o' barley (1820)/The rigs o' barley
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:
Tho time flew by wi' tentless heed
Till 'tween the late and early;
Wi' sma' persuasions she agreed,
To see me thro' the barley.
The sky was blue, the wind was still,
The moon was shinin' clearly;
I set her down, wi' right guid will,
Amang the rigs o' barley:
I kent her heart was a' my ain;
I lov'd her most sincerely;
I kiss'd her owre and owre 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.
Aman the rigs o' barley!
But by the moon and stars sae bright,
That shone that hour so clearly;
She ay shall bless that happy night,
Amang the rigs o' barley.
I ha'e been blythe wi' comrades dear,
I hae been merry drinkin'
I hae been joyfu' gath'ring gear,
I hae been happy thinkin:
But a the pleaures e'er I saw,
Tho' three times doubled fairly,
That happy night was worth them a',
Amang the rigs o' barley.
CHORUS.
Corn rigs, and barley rigs,
And corn rigs are bonny:
I'll ne'er forget the happy night,
Among the rigs wi' Annie.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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