The sky was blue,
the wind was still,
The moon was shining clearly;
I set her down, wi`right good will,
Amang the rigs o`barley;
I ken`t her heart was`a my ain;
I lov`d her most sincerely.
I kiss`d her ower and ower again,
Amang the rigs o`barley...
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