Still like the song though!
One of my favourite versions of this song was actually by an Englishman
but I was a lot more into singer strummers(and pickers, of course) back then. I still enjoy the better exponents of this style though.
Oh, lassie lassie thy will be mine, my words were just for to try yee
hes ranged the hill and the valleys Or, and taken his bonnie lassie wae him
They live in Brechin the winter through, and in Montrose in the summer........
He cant have been that much of a barsett ;~)
Rigs o Rye (in the third millenium) © Anice Gilland
TÕwas in the month o sweet July Afore the sun had pierced the sky Twas in atween twa rigs o rye I heard twa lovers talkinÕ
The lass said, Lad, I must away I hae nae langer time tae stay But Ive a word or two tae say If yeve the time, tae tarry
My hubbieÕs at the kitchen sink AnÕ ahÕm away tae the pub for a drink HeÕs cookinÕ tea for the bairnies three AnÕ then heÕs goat tae hoover
On Friday nichtÕs he steppits in Hands ower his pay, anÕ a bottle oÕ gin If ahÕm in a guid mood, IÕll say wiÕ a grin Cam awaÕ anÕ git yer druther
Noo this lassie, haÕin it aw set up Gets awaÕ tae the rigs, like a ewe tae a tup Tae get her oats in the rigs oÕ rye anÕ back hame early thÕmorrer
The laddieÕs heid hung doon in shame He felt aÕ yased, he wis numb wiÕ pain His devilish plot was aÕ in vain SheÕs aÕready trained anither
He watches her skip thru the rigs For him she disnae gie twa figs HeÕs jist a wee bit roll in the twigs She can aÕways fund anither
If so, knock yersel oot!