Corn riggs

My Patie is a lover gay,

His mind is never muddy,

His breath is sweeter than new hay,

His face is fair and ruddy.

His shape is handsome, middle size,

He's stately in his walking;

The shining of his een surprise,

'Tis heaven to hear him talking.

Last night I met him on a bawk,

Where yellow corn was growing,

There mony a kindly word he spake,

That set my heart a glowing.

He kissed and vowed he wad be mine,

And looed me best of ony;

That gars me like to sing sinsyne,

"O corn riggs are bonny."