She Is A Winsome Wee Thing, She

Once Upon A Lammas Night When Corn Rigs Are Bonny, Beneath The Moon's Unclouded Light, I Held Awhile To Annie... The Time Went By With Careless Heed Between The Late And Early, With Small Persuasion She Agreed To See Me Through The Barley... Corn Rigs And Barley Rigs, Corn Rigs Are Bonny! I'll Not Forget That Happy Night Among The Rigs With Annie!

God Knows, I'm No The Thing I Should Be, Nor Am I Even The Thing I Could Be.

The Great Creator To Revere Must Sure Become The Creature; But Still The Preaching Cant Forbear, And Ev'n The Rigid Feature: Yet Ne'er With Wits Profane To Range Be Complaisance Extended;an Atheist Laugh's A Poor Exchange For Deity Offended.

What's A' Your Jargon O' Your Schools, Your Latin Names For Horns And Stools; If Honest Nature Made You Fools.

They Never Sought In Vain That Sought The Lord Alright!