II. The sky was blue, the wind was still, Amang the rigs o' barley: I ken't her heart was a' my ain; I lov'd her most sincerely; III. I lock'd her in my fond embrace ! IV. I hae been blithe wi' comrades dear; I hae been merry drinkin; I hae been joyfu' gathrin 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 westlin' winds, and slaught'ring guns Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain, And the moon shines bright, when I rove at night, II. The partridge loves the fruitful fells; The plover loves the mountains; III. Thus ev'ry kind their pleasure find, Some social join, and leagues combine! Some solitary wander : Avaunt away! the cruel sway, Tyrannic man's dominion; The sportsman's joy, the murd'ring cry, The flutt'ring, gory pinion! IV. But Peggy dear, the ev'ning's clear, The sky is blue the fields in view, We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk, So dear can be as thou to me, My fair, my lovely charmer! SONG. Tune- MY NANNIE 0." I. BEHIND yon hills where Lugar* flows, II. The westlin wind blaws loud an' shill! III. My Nannie's charming, sweet, an' young; May ill befa' the flattering tongue IV. Her face is fair, her heart is true, Originally Stinchar. IV. For you sae douce, ye sneer at this, He dearly lov'd the lasses, O. Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Green grow, &c. SONG. Tune-" JOCKEY'S GREY BREEKS." AGAIN rejoicing nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues, CHORUS.* And maun I still on Menie doat,† And bear the scorn that's in her e'e? An' it winna let a body be! This chorus is part of a song composed by a gentleman in Edinburgh, a particular friend of the author's.. Menie is the common abbreviation of Mariamne. |