Rigs O' Rye
'Twas in the month o' sweet July
Before the sun had pierced the sky
'Twas in between twa rigs o' rye
That I heard twa lovers talkin'
The lad said lass I must away
I've got no longer time to stay
But I've got word or two to say
If you've the time to tarry
Your father loves you, he takes great care
Your mother combs down your yellow hair
But your sisters say that you'll get nae share
If you gang we me, a stranger
Let my father fret and my mother curse
My sisters' words I do disown
Though they were deid and below the ground
I'd gang wi' you, a stranger
He took his handkerchief, linen fine
He's dried her tears and he kissed her syne
Sayin' lassie, lassie, ye shall be mine
I said it all to try thee
This couple they've got married noo
And they hae bairnies, one and two
And they live in Brechin the winter through
And in Montrose in the summer
