III. I lock'd her in my fond embrace ; But by the moon and stars so bright, IV. I hae been blythe wi' Comrades dear; I hae been merry drinking; I hae been joyfu' gath'rin gear; Tho' three times doubl'd fairly, That happy night was worth them a', Amang the rigs o' barley. CHORUS. Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, B SONG. TUNE-" My Nanie, O." EHIND yon hills where Stinchar flows, 'Mang moors an' mosses many, O, The wintry sun the day has clos'd, And I'll awa' to Nanie, O. The westlin wind blaws loud an' shill; My Nanie's charming, sweet an' young; Her face is fair, her heart is true; A country lad is my degree, An' few there be that ken me, 0; But what care I how few they be, I'm welcome ay to Nanie, O. My riches a's my penny-fee, An' I maun guide it cannie, O; Our auld Guidman delights to view Come weel, come woe, I care na by, Nae ither care in life have I, But live, an' love my Nanie, O. GREEN GROW THE RASHES. A FRAGMENT. CHORUS. Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, I. HERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han', TH In ev'ry hour that passes, O: What signifies the life o' man, Green grow, etc. II. The warly race may riches chase, III. But gie me a canny hour at e'en, IV. For you sae douse, ye sneer at this, The wisest Man the warl' saw, V. Auld Nature swears, the lovely Dears Her prentice han' she try'd on man, * |