amang the rigs o' barley.
corn rigs, an' barley rigs, &c.
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 hour so clearly!
she aye shall bless that happy night
amang the rigs o' barley.
corn rigs, an' barley rigs, &c.
i hae been blythe wi'rades 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.
corn rigs, an' barley rigs, &c.