The Rigs O' Barley.

Tune - "Corn rigs are bonnie." I.         It was upon a Lammas night,             When corn rigs are bonnie,         Beneath the moon's unclouded light,             I held awa to Annie:         The time flew by wi' tentless heed,             'Till 'tween the late and early,         Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed,             To see me through the barley. II.         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,             Amang the rigs o' barley. III.         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 by the moon and stars so bright.             That shone that hour so clearly?         She ay shall bless that happy night,             Amang the rigs o' barley! IV.         I hae been blithe wi' comrades dear;             I hae been merry drinkin';         I hae been joyfu' gath'rin' gear;             I hae been happy thinkin':         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. Chorus.         Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,             An' corn rigs are bonnie:         I'll ne'er forget that happy night,             Amang the rigs wi' Annie.