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

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