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.

II.

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 lov'd her most sincerely;
I kiss'd her owre and owre again,
Amang the rigs o' barley.

III.

I lock'd 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,
Amang the rigs o' barley!

I V.

I hae been blithe wi' comrades dear;
I hae been merry drinkin';
I hae been joyfu' gath'rin' gear;
I hae been happy thinkin':
But a' the pleasures e'er I saw,

Tho' three times doubled fairly, That happy night was worth them a', Amang the rigs o' barley.

CHORU S.

Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,

An' corn rigs are bonnie:

I'll ne'er forget that happy night, Amang the rigs wi' Annie.

eloquence of the poet, poured out in many an interview, and then quietly told him that she stood unalterably engaged to another.]

I.

ALTHO' my bed were in yon muir,
Amang the heather, in my plaidie,
Yet happy, happy would I be,

Had I my dear Montgomery's Peggy.

II.

When o'er the hill beat surly storms,
And winter nights were dark and rainy ;
I'd seek some dell, and in my arms
I'd shelter dear Montgomery's Peggy.

III.

Were I a baron proud and high,

And horse and servants waiting ready, Then a' 'twad gie o' joy to me, The sharin't with Montgomery's Peggy.

IX.

THE MAUCHLINE LADY.
Tune-"I had a horse, I had nae mair.”

[The Mauchline lady who won the poet's heart was Jean Armour: she loved to relate how the bard made her acquaintance: his dog ran across some linen webs which she was bleaching among Mauchline gowans, and he apologized so handsomely that she took another look at him. To this interview the world owes some of our most impassioned strains.]

WHEN first I came to Stewart Kyle,
My mind it was nae steady;
Where'er I gaed, where'er I rade,

A mistress still I had ay:

But when I came roun' by Mauchline town,
Not dreadin' any body,

My heart was caught before I thought,
And by a Mauchline lady.