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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T91548 Burns, Robert, 1759-1796. POEMS, CHIEFLY IN THE SCOTTISH DIALECT, BY ROBERT BURNS. Kilmarnock printed by John Wilson, M,DCC,LXXXVI. 1786 pp. 222-224. 240p.; 8⁰.

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SONG . Tune , Corn rigs are bonie . I. It was upon a Lammas night , When corn rigs are bonie , Beneath the moon's unclouded light , I held awa to Annie : The time flew by , wi' tentless head , 'Till 'tween the late and early ; Wi' sma persuasion she agreed , To see me thro' the barley . 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 night so clearly ! She ay shall bless that happy night , Amang the rigs o' barley . IV . I hae been blythe wi' Comrades dear ; I hae been merry drinking ; 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 bonie : I'll ne'er forget that happy night , Amang the rigs wi' Annie .