It was upon a Lammas night, (harvest festival) When corn-rigs are bonie, Beneath the moon’s unclouded light, I held awa’to Annie; The time flew by, wi’ tentless heed (carefree) Till tween the late annd early, Wi’ sma’ persuasion she agreed To see me through the barley. Chorus Corn rigs, an’ barley rigs, An’ corn rigsContinue reading “BURNS’ SEASON: “The Rigs o’ Barley””
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A RED, RED ROSE.
O my Luve’s like a red , red rose That’s newly sprung in June O my Luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my Dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ theContinue reading “A RED, RED ROSE.”