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 I ha'e been blythe wi' comrades dear,

I hae been merry drinkin'

I hae been joyfu' gath'ring gear,

I hae been happy thinkin:

But a the pleaures e'er I saw,

Tho' three times doubled fairly,

That happy night was worth them a',

Amang the rigs o' barley.

Corn rigs, and barley rigs,

And corn rigs are bonny:

I'll ne'er forget the happy night,

Among the rigs wi' Annie.

 

me ye nymphs and every swain,

I'll tell how Peggy grieves me,

Though this I languish, this complain,

alas she ne'er believes me!

My vows and sighs like silent air,

unheaded never move her,

At the bonny bush aboon Traquair,

'twas there I first did love her.

That day she smil'd and made me glad;

no maid seem'd ever kinder,

I thought myself the luckiest lad,

so sweetly there to find her: