mang 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 ain,
amang the rigs o' barley.
rigs, an' barley rigs, &c.
i lock'd her in my fond embrace;
her heart was beating rarely:
my blessings on that happy pce,
amang the rigs o' barley!
but by the moon and stars sht,
that shohat hour so clearly!
she aye shall bless that happy night
amang the rigs o' barley.
rigs, an' barley rigs, &c.
i hae been blythe wi' rades dear;
i hae bee
Song—The Rigs O Barley(2/3)