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The sky was blue, the wind was still,
The moon was fhining 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 plaće,

Amang the rigs o' barley!

But by the moon and ftars fo bright,

That fhone that hour fo clearly!

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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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SONG,

COMPOSED IN AUGUST.

Tune,-I had a borfe, I bad nae mair.

I.

Now weftlin winds, and flaughtʼring 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 fhines bright, when I rove at night,

To mufe upon my Charmer.

II.

II.

The Partridge loves the fruitful fells;
The Plover loves the mountains ;
The Woodcock haunts the lonely dells;

The foaring Hern the fountains:

Thro' lofty groves the Cufhat roves
The path of man to fhun it;
The hazel bush o'erhangs the Thrush,
The spreading thorn the Linnet.

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Thus ev'ry kind their pleasure find,

The favage and the tender;

Some focial join, and leagues combine;

Some folitary wander:

Avaunt, away! the cruel fway,

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The Sportsman's joy, the murd'ring cry,
The flutt'ring, gory pinion!

IV.

But Peggy dear, the ev'ning's clear,
But Peggy
Thick flies the skimming Swallow;

The sky is blue, the fields in view,
All fading-green and yellow :

Come let us ftray our gladsome way,

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And view the charms of Nature;

The rustling corn, the fruited thorn,
And ev'ry happy creature.

V.

We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk,
Till the filent moon fhine clearly;
I'll grafp thy waift, and, fondly preft,

Swear how I love thee dearly:

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