The Rigs o Rye

'Twas in the month of sweet July

Before the sun shone in the sky

There in between twa rigs o' rye

I heard twa lovers talkin'

He said my love I must gang away

No longer can I bide wi' ye

I hae a word or twa tae say

Gin ye hae the time for tae tarry

Your faither o' ye he tak's guid care

Your mither combs back your golden hair

Your sisters say that you'll get nae share

Gin ye follow me a stranger

Let faither fret and my mither frown

My sisters twa I do disown

Though a' were deid and below the grun

I would go wi' you a stranger

But lass your fortune it is but sma'

And maybe there will be nane ava'

You're no' the match for me at a'

So go lay your love on another

The lasses courage began to fail

Her rosie cheeks grew wan and pale

Her tears cam' tricklin' doon like hail

Or a sudden shower in the summer

He's ta'en his kerchief o' the linen fine

He's dried her tears and he's kissed her syne

Sayin' weep nae mair lass ye will be mine

I said it all for tae try you

This lad he bein' o' the courage bold

A gallant chief but nineteen years old

He's made the hills and the valleys roar

And the bonnie lassie's gone wi' him