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They brought him down to Douket's kirkyard
He gae a dunt, and the boords did flee ;
And when they gaed to lay him in the grave,
In fell the coffin, and out lap he !
He cried, I'm cauld I I'm unco cauld I
Fu' fast ran they, and fu' fast ran he ;
But he was first harae at his ain ingle-side,
And he help'd to drink his ain dredgie.*
THE RIGS O' BARLEY.
BURNS.
Tune — Corn-Rigs are honnie.
It was upon a Lammas night,
When corn-rigs are bonnie.
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 through 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 rigs o' barley.
I ken't her heart was a' my ain ;
I loved her most sincerely ;
I kiss'd her ower and ower again,
Amang the rigs o' barley.
I lock'd her in my fond embrace !
Her heart was beating rarely —
* First published in Herd's Collection, but certainly much more ancient.
I have heard it sung by old people who were not likely to have seen Herd's
Collection.