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The Rigs o' Barley.

It was upon a Lammas night,
When corn rigs are bonnie,
Beneath the moon's unclouded light,
I hied 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.

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 kenned her heart was a' my ain;
I loved her most sincerely;
I kissed her owre and owre again,
Amang the rigs o' barley.

I locked 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 aye shall 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' gatherin' gear;
I hae been happy thinkin';
But a' the pleasures e'er I saw,
Though three times doubled fairly,
That happy night was worth them a',
Amang the rigs o' barley.