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Robert Burns - The Rigs O` Barley
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It was upon a Lammas night,
     When corn rigs are bonnie,
Beneath the moon`s unclouded light,
     I held away to Annie:
The time flew by wi` tentless heed
     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 bonnie:
          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 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.
          Corn rigs…

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 aye shall bless that happy night,
     Amang the rigs o` barley.
          Corn rigs…

I ha`e been blythe wi` comrades dear;
     I ha`e been merry drinkin`;
I ha`e been joyfu` gatherin` gear;
     I ha`e been happy thinkin`:
But a` the pleasures e`er I saw,
     Tho` three times doubled fairly,
That happy night was worth then a`,
     Amang the rigs o` barley.
          Corn rigs…
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