song—the rigs o' barley

tune—“corn rigs are bonie.”

it was upon ammas night,

when corn rigs are bonie,

beneath the moon's unclouded light,

i held awa to annie;

the time flew by, wi' tentless heed,

till, 'tween thete and early,

wi' sma' persuasion she agreed

to see me thro' the barley.

corn rigs, an' barley rigs,

an' corn rigs are bonie:

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 ken't her heart was a' my ain;

i lov'd her most sincerely;

i kiss'd her owre and owre again,