But, by the moon and stars so bright, That shone that hour so clearly; She ay shall bless that happy night, Amang the rigs o' barley! I hae been blithe wi' comrades dear · Tho' three times doubled fairly, That happy night was worth them a', Amang the rigs o' barley! CHORUS. Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, Corn rigs are bonie; I'll ne'er forget that happy night, THE LEA-RIG. WHEN, o'er the hill, the eastern star Tells bughtin-time is near, my jo; And owsen frae the furrow'd field, Return sae dowf and weary, O; Down by the burn, where scented birks Wi' dew are hanging clear, my jo, I'll meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind dearie, O In mirkest glen, at midnight hour, Altho' the night were ne'er sae wild, The hunter lo'es the morning sun, Along the burn to steer, my jo: THE LASS OF BALLOCHMYLE. "TWAS ev'n the dewy fields were green, In ev'ry glen the mavis sang, All nature list'ning seem'd the while, Except where greenwood echoes rang, Amang the braes o' Ballochmyle. With careless step I onward stray'd, A maiden fair I chanc'd to spy: "Behold the lass o' Ballochmyle!" Fair is the morn in flow'ry May, And sweet is night in Autumn mild, When roving thro' the garden gay, Or wand'ring in the lonely wild: But Woman, Nature's darling child! There all her charms she does compile; Ev'n there her other works are foil'd, By the bonie lass o' Ballochmyle. O, had she been a country maid, That ever rose in Scotland's plain! Then pride might climb the slipp'ry steep Where fame and honors lofty shine; And thirst of gold might tempt the deep Or downward seek the Indian mine: Give me the cot be.ow the pine,. To tend the flocks, or till the soil, And ev'ry day have joys divine, Wi' the bonie lass o' Ballochmyle. BONIE LESLEY. O SAW ye bonie Lesley, As she gaed o'er the border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; Thou art a queen, fair Lesley, The hearts o' men adore thee. The Deil he could na scaith thee, And say, "I canna wrang thee." The Pow'rs aboon will tent thee; Misfortune sha' na steer thee; Thou'rt like themselves, sae lovely, That ill they'll ne'er let near thee. Return again, fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie! That we may brag we hae a lass There's nane again sae bonie. BONIE.EAN. THERE was a lass, and she was fair, And ay she wrought her mammie's wark, The blithest bird upon the bush But hawks will rob the tender joys Young Robie was the brawest lad, The flow'r and pride of a' the glen; And he had owsen, sheep, and kye, And wanton nagies nine or ten. He gaed wi' Jeanie to the tryste, He danc'd wi' Jeanie on the down; And, lang ere witless Jeanie wist, Her heart was tint, her peace was stown As, in the bosom o' the stream, The moonbeam dwells at dewy e'en, So, trembling, pure, was tender love, Within the breast o' bonie Jean. |