Corn Ridges Are Lovely, by Robert Burns and slightly modified by Bob Rauseo

 It was upon a Lammas night,

When corn ridges are bonnie, 

Beneath the moon's unclouded light,

I held away to Mary

The time flew by, with careless heed; 

Till, between the dark and dawn, 

With small persuasion she agreed

to see me through the barley.

Corn ridges, and barley ridges,

and corn ridges are bonnie:

I will never forget that happy night,

Among the ridges with Mary.

The sky was blue, the wind was still,

The moon was shining clearly;

I set her down, with right good will, 

Among the ridges of barley:

I knew her heart was all my own; 

I loved her most sincerely;

I kissed her over and over again, 

Among the ridges of barley.

Corn ridges, and barley ridges,

and corn ridges are bonnie:

I will never forget that happy night,

Among the ridges with Mary.

I locked her in my fond embrace;

Her heart was beating rarely:

My blessings on that happy place,

Among the ridges of barley.

But by the moon and stars so bright,

That shone that hour so clearly!

She ay shall bless that happy night

Among the ridges of barley.

Corn ridges, and barley ridges,

and corn ridges are bonnie:

I will never forget that happy night,

Among the ridges with Mary.

I have been blythe with comrades dear;

I have been merry drinking;

I have been joyful gathering money;

I have been happy thinking:

But all the pleasures ever I saw,

Though three times doubled fairly-

That happy night was worth them all,

Among the ridges of barley.

Corn ridges, and barley ridges,

and corn ridges are bonnie:

I will never forget that happy night,

Among the ridges with Mary.