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Her heart was beating rarely:
Amang the rigs o' barley! But by the moon and fars so bright,
That shone that lour fo clearly ! She ay fall Lless that happy night,
Amang the rigs o' barley,
I hae been merry drinking;
I hae been happy thinking :
Tho' three times doubld fairly, That happy night was worth them a',
Amang the rigs o' barley.
An'corn rigs are bonie:
Amang the rigs wi? Annie.
S O N G
COMPOSED IN AUGUST.
Tune, I had a horse, I had nae mair.
Bring Autumn's pleasant weather;
Amang the blooming heather :
Delights the weary Farmer;
To muse upon my Charmer.
The Plover loves the mountains ;
The foaring Hera the fountains :
the Cushat roves, The path of man to shun it; The hazel bufa o'erhangs the Thrush,
The spreading thorn the Linnet,
Thus ev'ry kind their pleasure find,
The favage and the tender ;
Some folitary wander :
Tyrannic man's dominion;
The fluttering, gory pinion !
Thick flies the skimming Swallow;
All fading-green and yellow : Come let us stray our gladsome way,
And view the charms of Nature; The rustling corn, the fruited thorn,
And ev'ry happy creature.
We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk,
Till the filent moon shine clearly ;
Swear how I love thee dearly :
Not Autumn to the Farmer,
My fair, my lovely Charmer!
S O N G.
Tune, My Nannie, 0.
I. BEHIND yon hills where Stinchar flows,
'Mang moors and moffes many, 0, The wintry fun the day has clos'd, And I'll
away to Nannie, O,
The night, baith mirk an' rainy, O;
An' owre the hill to Nannie, O.
III. My Nannie's charm.ing, sweet an' young :
Nae artfu' wiles to win ye, O; May ill befa' the flattering tongue
That wad beguile my Nannie, O.
As spotless as she's bonie, 0;
Nae purer is than Nannie, O.
V. A country lad is my degree,
An' few there be that ken me, 0; But what care I how few they be,
I'm welcome ay to Nannie, O.
VI. My riches a's my penny-fee,
An' I maun guide it cannie, 0; But warl's gear ne’er troubles me,
My thoughts are a', my Nannie, O.
His sheep an' kye thrive bonie, 0;
An' has nae care but Nannie, O.
I'll tak what Heav'n will fen' me, O;
But live, an' love, my Nannie, O..
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