Till Suthron raise, and cooft their claife

Behind him in a raw, man :

An' Caledon threw by the drone,

An' did her whittle draw, man:

An' fwoor fu' rude, thro' dirt an' blood
To mak it guid in law, man.

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SONG

SON

G.

Tune, Corn rigs are bonnie.

IT

I.

T 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' fma' perfuafion fhe agreed, To fee me thro' the barley.

VOL. II.

I

II.

II.

The sky was blue, the wind was ftill,
The moon was shining clearly;
I fet her down, wi' right good will,
Amang the rigs o' barley:

I ken't her heart was a' my ain;
I lov'd her moft fincerely;

I kifs'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 bleffings on that happy place,
Amang the rigs o' barley!

But by the moon and ftars fo bright,

That shone that hour fo clearly!

She

She ay fhall bless that happy night,

Amang the rigs o' barley.

IV.

I hae been blythe wi' comrades dear;
I hae been merry drinkin;
I has been joyfu' gath'rin gear;
I hae been happy thinking:
But a' the pleasures e'er I faw,

Tho' three times doubl'd fairly,

That happy night was worth them a',
Amang the rigs o' barley.

CHORU S.

Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,

An' corn rigs are bonnie:

I'll ne'er forget that happy night,

Amang the rigs wi' Annie,

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

I.

Now weftlin winds, and flaught'ring guns
Bring Autumn's pleasant weather;

The Moorcock fprings, on whirring wings,
Amang the blooming heather:

Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain,

Delights the weary Farmer;

And the moon fhines bright, when I roye at

night,

To mufe upon my Charmer.