song—the rigs o' barley
tune—“ rigs are bonie.”
it on a mmas night,
when rigs are bonie,
beh the moon's unclouded light,
i held awa to annie;
the time flew by, wi' tentless heed,
till, 'tweee and early,
wi' sma' persuasion she agreed
to see me thro' the barley.
rigs, an' barley rigs,
an' rigs are bonie:
i'll ne'er fet that happy night,
amang the rigs wi' annie.
the sky was blue, the wind was still,
the moon was shining clearly;
i set her down, wi' right good will,
a
Song—The Rigs O Barley(1/3)