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| IT was upon a Lammas night, | |
| When corn rigs are bonie, | |
| Beneath the moon’s unclouded light, | |
| I held awa to Annie; | |
| The time flew by, wi’ tentless heed, | 5 |
| Till, ’tween the late and early, | |
| Wi’ sma’ persuasion she agreed | |
| To see me thro’ the barley. | |
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| Corn rigs, an’ barley rigs, | |
| An’ corn rigs are bonie: | 10 |
| I’ll ne’er forget that happy night, | |
| Amang the rigs wi’ Annie. | |
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| The sky was blue, the wind was still, | |
| The moon was shining clearly; | |
| I set her down, wi’ right good will, | 15 |
| 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. | 20 |
| Corn rigs, an’ barley rigs, &c. | |
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| I lock’d her in my fond embrace; | |
| Her heart was beating rarely: | |
| My blessings on that happy place, | |
| Amang the rigs o’ barley! | 25 |
| 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. | |
| Corn rigs, an’ barley rigs, &c. | 30 |
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| I hae been blythe wi’ comrades dear; | |
| I hae been merry drinking; | |
| I hae been joyfu’ gath’rin gear; | |
| I hae been happy thinking: | |
| But a’ the pleasures e’er I saw, | 35 |
| Tho’ three times doubl’d fairly, | |
| That happy night was worth them a’, | |
| Amang the rigs o’ barley. | |
| Corn rigs, an’ barley rigs, &c. | |
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