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Tune-"Corn Rigs are bonie."
It was upon a Lammas night, / When corn rigs are bonie, / Beneath the moon's unclouded light, / I held awa to Annie; / The time flew by, wi' tentless heed, / Till, 'tween the late and early, / Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed / To see me thro' the barley.