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Waiting on me, my love,
He’s waiting on me;
For he’s low down, he’s in the broom,
That’s waiting on me.
IT WAS UPON A LAMMAS NIGHT.
It was upon a Lammas night,
When corn rigs are bonny,
Beneath the moon’s unclouded light,
I hied awa’ to Annie;
The time flew by wi’ tentless head,
Till ’tween the late and early:
Wi’ sma’ persuasion she agreed
To see me thro’ the barley.
O corn rigs and barley rigs,
An’ corn rigs are bonny:
I’ll ne’er forget that happy night
Amang the rigs wi’ Annie.
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 kent her heart was a’ my ain,
I loe’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!
