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 heed 
Till 'tween the late and early;
Wi' sma' persuasion, she agreed 
To see me thro' the barley. 

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. 

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 ay shall bless that happy night, 
Amang the rigs o' barley. 

I ha'e been blythe wi' comrades dear; 
I hae been merry drinkin'; 
I hae been joyfu' gath'rin gear; 
I hae been happy thinking: 
But a' the pleasures e'er I saw, 
Tho' three times doubled fairly, 
That happy night was worth then 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.