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It was upon a Lammas night,
When the corn rigs are bonie,
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 thro' 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 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
I I loc'd her in
my fond embrace,
Her heart was beating rarely,
My blessings on that happy place,
Amang
the rigs o' barley!
But by that moon and stars so bright,
That shone that hour so clearly!
She ay shall bless that happy night,
Amang the rigs o' barley.
I hae been blythe
wi' Comrades dear,
I hae been merry drinking,
I hae been joufu' gath'rin gear,
I hae been
happy thinking
But a' the pleasures e'er I saw,
Tho' three times doubl'd fairly,
That happy night was worth the a'
Amang the rigs o' barley.
CHORUS
Corn rigs an' barley
rigs,
An' corn rigs are bonie,
I'll ne'er
forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs
wi' Annie.
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