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.
CHORUS.
Corn rigs, and barley rigs,
And corn rigs are bonny:
I'll ne'er forget the happy night,
Among the rigs wi' Annie.
THE BUSH ABOON TRAQUAIR.
Hear 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,
