by Robert Burns
It was on Lammas night,
When corn rigs are bonie,
Beneath the moon’s unclouded light,
I held away 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.
The sky was blue, the wind was still,
The moon was shining clearly;
I set her down, wi’ right good will,
Amang the rings of ‘barley
I ken’t her heart was a’ my ain;
I lov’d her most sincerely;
I kissed her owre and owre again,
Among the rig o’ barley
I locked her in my fond embrace;
Her heart was beating rarely;
My blessings on that happy place,
Amang the rigs o’ barley.
But by the moon and stars so bright,
That shone that hour so clearly!
She ay shall bless that happy night,
Among the rigs o’ barley.
I hae been blithe wi’ Comrades dear;
I hae been merry drinking;
I hae been joyful’ gath’rin gear;
I hae been happy tinking;
But a’ the pleasures e’er I saw,
Tho three times doubl’d fairley
That happy night was worth them a’
Among the rig’s o’barley
Corn rigs, an’ barley rigs,
An’ corn rigs are bonie;
I’ll ne’er forget that happy night,
Among the rigs wi’ Annie.
This poem above always makes me think of the of the song "Fields of Barley" by Sting. A beautiful song and fitting for this Lammas day so.....
Feast to your hearts content… Sing dance and be by all means merry. Light your Fire and make your corn dollies. For it is Blessed Lammas Day.