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IT WAS UPON A LAMMAS NIGHT.
AIR. CORN RIGS ARE BONNIE."
Ir was upon a Lammas night,
The time flew by, wi' tentless heed,
The sky was blue, the wind was still,
I ken't her heart was a' my ain;
I lock'd her in my fond embrace;
Amang the rigs o' barley!
But by the moon and stars so bright, That shone that hour so clearly! ay shall bless that happy night, Amang the rigs o' barley.
I hae been blythe wi' comrades dear;
Tho' three times doubl❜d fairly, That happy night was worth them a', Amang the rigs o' barley.