RIGS O' RYE Twas in the month of sweet July Before the sun had pierced the sky 'Twas in between two rigs o' rye I heard two lovers talking. The lad said, Lassie I must away I have no longer time to stay But I've a word or two tae say If you've got time tae tarry, Your father of you he takes great care Your mother combs doon your yellow hair Your sisters say that ye'll get nae share If ye gang wi' me, a stranger. Let my faither fret and my mither frown My sisters words I do disown Tho' they were deid and below the ground I would gang wi' ye, a stranger, Oh, lassie, lassie, your fortune's small And maybe it will be nane at all You're no a match for me at all Lay your love upon some other, The lassie's courage began to fail Her rosy cheeks they grew wan and pale And her tears came trickling doon like hail Or a heavy shower in summer, But he's taken his handkerchief linen fine He's dried her tears and he's kissed her syne Saying, Lassie, lassie will ye be mine? I said it all just to try ye. This laddie being of courage bold A bonnie lad scarce nineteen years old He's ranged the hills and the valleys over And he's ta'en his lassie wi him. And aye, this couple are married noo And they hae bairnies one and two And they live in Breckin the winter through And in Montrose in summer. @courtship @Scots recored by Sara Grey and by Jean Redpath filename[ RIGSORYE play.exe RIGSORYE SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===