IV. I hae been blythe wi' comrades dear; I hae been merry drinkin; I hae been joyfu' gath'rin gear; I hae been happy thinkin : But a' the pleasures e'er I saw, Tho' three times doubl'd fairly, That happy night was worth them a', Amang the rigs o' barley. CHORUS. Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, SONG, COMPOSED IN AUGUST. Tune, 'I had a horse, I had nae mair.' I. Now westling winds, and slaught❜ring guns Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain, Delights the weary farmer; And the moon shines bright, when I rove at night, To muse upon my charmer. VOL. XXXVIII. U II. The partridge loves the fruitful fells; III. Thus ev'ry kind their pleasure find, Some social join, and leagues combine; Some solitary wander: Avaunt, away! the cruel sway, The sportman's joy, the murd'ring cry, IV. But Peggy dear, the ev'ning's clear, V. We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk, Till the silent moon shine clearly; I'll grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest, So dear can be as thou to me, SONG. Tune, My Nannie, O." I. BEHIND yon hills where LUGAR flows, II. The westlin wind blaws loud and shill; The night's baith mirk and rainy, O; But I'll get my plaid, an' out I'll steal, An' owre the hills to Nannie, O. III. My Nannie's charming, sweet, an' young; May ill befa' the flattering tongue • Originally, Stinchar. IV. Her face is fair, her heart is true, V. A country lad is my degree, An' few there be that ken me, O; But what care I how few they be, I'm welcome ay to Nannie, O. VI. My riches a's my penny-fee, VII. Our auld Guidman delights to view VIII. Come weel, come woe, I care na by, I'll tak what Heav'n will sen' me, Q; Nae ither care in life have I, But live, an' love my Nannie, O. GREEN GROW THE RASHES. A FRAGMENT. CHORUS. Green grow the rashes, O! Green grow the rashes, O! The sweetest hours that e'er I spent, I. THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han', What signifies the life of man, Green grow, &c. II. The warly race may riches chase, An' tho' at last they catch them fast, III. But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O; An' warly cares, an' warly men, Green grow, &c. |