Post by Graveyardbride on Aug 1, 2020 8:04:53 GMT -5
It was upon a Lammas night, When corn rigs are bonnie, Beneath the moon’s unclouded light, I held awa’ to Annie. The time flew by, wi’ tentless heed, Till, ‘tween the late and early, Wi’ sma’ persuasion she agreed To see me thro’ the barley.
Corn rigs, an’ barley rigs, An’ corn rigs are bonnie: I’ll ne’er forget that happy night, Amang the rigs wi’ Annie. – Robert Burns, “The Rigs O’ Barley.”