THE RIGS O' BARLEY Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, The sky was blue, the wind was still, I ken't her heart was a' my ain; Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, &c. I lock'd her in my fond embrace; But by the moon and stars so bright, Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, &c. I hae been blythe wi' comrades dear; Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, &c. Song-Composed in August.1 Tune-"I had a horse, I had nae mair." 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, The partridge loves the fruitful fells, Thus ev'ry kind their pleasure find, Tyrannic man's dominion; The sportsman's joy, the murd'ring cry, But, Peggy dear, the ev'ning 's clear, 1 This is an enlarged variant of "Har'ste, a Fragment," a very early song. Mrs Begg says that by turning "charmer' into Armour," Burns adapted the line to his Jean. " The text is that of the Kilmarnock edition, 1786, on which Burns made some slight alterations when he sent the song to Johnson in 1792. MY NANIE, O Come let us stray our gladsome way, We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk, So dear can be as thou to me, Song.1 Tune-"My Nanie, O." BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows, The westlin wind blaws loud an' shill a shrill. 1 Gilbert Burns avers that Robert was no Platonist; indeed Platonists were infrequent in Tarbolton. The Lugar is really the Stinchar, an excellent stream for salmon and sea-trout, and, for its length, beset by as many ruined castles as the Rhine. It enters the sea at Ballantrae. "Stinchar" and not "Lugar" is the reading in all the poet's editions. In October 1792 he writes to Thomson, "In the printed copy of my 'Nanie O!' the name of the river is horribly prosaic. I will alter it : 'Behind yon hills where Lugar flows. Girvan is the name of the river that suits the idea of the stanza best, but Lugar is the most agreeable modulation of syllables." The variations in the Common-place Book are unimportant, except that a chorus is added. "And O, my bonie Nanie, O, My young, my handsome Nanie, O, My Nanie's charming, sweet, an' young; Our auld guidman delights to view Come weel, come woe, I care na by; But live, an' love my Nanie, O. ⚫ daisy. b carefully. • worldly wealth. d kine. GREEN GROW THE RASHES Song-Green Grow the Rashes.1 A FRAGMENT. Chor.-Green grow the rashes, O; THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han', Green grow, &c. The war'ly race may riches chase, But gie me a cannie hour at e'en, Green grow, &c. For you sae douce,d ye sneer at this; Green grow, &c. • topsy-turvy. d grave. wanting in the Common-place Book, and is no doubt a later addition. In the third line of the chorus spend is altered to spent in the edition of 1793. In the third line of the 4th verse e'er was inserted in 1794 to avoid pronouncing warl' as a dissyllable. |