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The time flew by, wi' tentless heed, Till 'tween the late and early; Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed To see me thro' the barley. The sky was blue, the wind was still, The won was shining clearly, I set her down, wi' right gude-will, Amang the rigs o' barley. I kent her heart was a' my ain; I lov'd her most sincerely: I kiss'd her o'er and o'er again, Amang the rigs o' barley. I lock'd her in my fond embrace; Her heart was beatin' rarely; My blessing on that happy place, Amang the rigs o' barley. But by the moon and stars so bright, That shone that hour sue clearly. She aye stall bless that happy night, Amang the rigs o' barley, I hae been blythe 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, and barley-rigs, And corn-rigs are bonny: I'll ne'er forget that happy night, Amang there wi' Annie.
