The Rigs O’ Barley

It was upon a Lammas night,
When corn rigs are bonie,
Beneath the moon’s unclouded light,
I held awato Annie;
The time flew by, wi’ tentlessheed,
Till, ‘tween the late 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 sether 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 owreagain,
Amang the rigs o’ barley.
Corn rigs, an’ barley rigs, &c.

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 bythe moon and stars so bright,
That shone that hour so clearly!
She aye shall bless that happy night
Amang the rigs o’ barley.
Corn rigs, an’ barley rigs, &c.

I hae been blythe wi’comrades dear;
I hae been merry drinking;
I hae been joyfu’ gath’rin gear;
I haebeen happy thinking:
Buta’the pleasures e’erI saw,
Tho’ three times doubl’d fairly,
That happy night was worththem a’,
Amangthe rigs o’barley.
Corn rigs, an’barley rigs, &c.