The Rigs o Rye . Trad (Chorus by Dave Gilfillan.)

Twas in the month of sweet july

before the sun had pierced the sky 

was in between the rigs o rye 

I heard twa lovers talking

Noo the lad said “lassie I must away

for I have no longer time to stay

but I’ve a word or two to say

if you have the time tae tarry”

Chorus

O the rigs o rye sway to and fro

as the wind blows seed and nature sows

a season passes the rye will grow

O the rigs o rye grow freely

Noo, your father of ye, he takes great care

and your mother combs down your yellow hair

but your sister says that you’ll get no share

if you go with me, a stranger

Let my father fret let my mother frown

my sisters words I do disown

though they were dead and below the ground

I’d go with you, a stranger

Chorus

O the rigs o rye sway to and fro

as the wind blows seed and nature sows

a season passes the rye will grow

O the rigs o rye grow freely

but lassie, lassie, your fortunes small

and maybe ye will hae nane at all

your no match for me at all

Go lay your love on another

This lassie’s courage began to fail

Her rosy cheeks they grew wan and pale

and tears came trickling doon like hail

or a heavy shower in the summer

Chorus

O the rigs o rye sway to and fro

as the wind blows seed and nature sows

a season passes the rye will grow

O the rigs o rye grow freely

but he’s tain his handkerchief linen fine

He’s wiped her cheeks and he’s kissed her eyen

sayin’ lassie lassie you shall be mine

for I only thought to try you

noo this laddie being of courage bold

for a gallant chief just 19 years old

and he’s raised the hills and the valleys o’er

and he’s tain his lassie wi him

Chorus

O the rigs o rye sway to and fro

as the wind blows seed and nature sows

a season passes the rye will grow

O the rigs o rye grow freely

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