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Till Suthron raise, and coost their claise

Behind him in a raw, man :
An' Caledon threw by the drone,

An' did her whittle draw, man :
An' swoor fu' rude, thro' dirt an' blood

To mak it guid in law, man.

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It was upon a Lammas night,

When corn rigs are bonnie,
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.

VOL. II.

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II,

II.

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.

III.

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 fo clearly !

She

She ay shall bless that happy night,

Amang the rigs o' barley.

IV.

I hae been blythe wi' comrades dear ;

I hae been merry drinkin;
I hae been joyfu' 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 them a',

Amang the rigs o' barley.

CHORUS.

Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,

An' corn rigs are bonnie :
I'll ne'er forget that happy night,

Amang the rigs wi' Annie.

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COMPOSED IN AUGUST.

Tune, - I had a borse, I had nae mair,

I.

Now westlin winds, and laughtring guns

Bring Autumn's pleasant weather;
The Moorcock springs, on whirring wings,

Amang the blooming heather :
Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain,

Delights the weary Farmer;
And the moon shines bright, when I roye at

night, To muse upon my Charmer.

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