CORN RIGS

It was upon a Lammas night When corn rigs are bonnie Beneath the moon's unclouded light I held awhile to Annie The time went by with careless heed 'Till 'tween the late and early With small persuasion she agreed To see me through the barley

Corn rigs and barley rigs and Corn rigs are bonnie I'll not forget that happy night Among the rigs with Annie

The sky was blue, the wind was still The moon was shining clearly I set her down with right goodwill Among the rigs o' barley I kent her heart was my own I loved her most sincerely I kissed her o'er and e'er again Among the rigs of barley

Corn rigs and barley rigs and Corn rigs are bonnie I'll not forget that happy night Among the rigs with Annie

THE LANDLORD'S DAUGHTER

Much has been said of the strumpets of yore Of wenches and bawdy house queens by the score But I sing of a baggage that we all adore The landlord's daughter

You'll never love another Although she's not the kind of girl To take home to your mother

Her ale, it is livеly and strong to the taste 'Tis brewеd with discretion and never with haste You can have all you like if you swear not to waste The landlord's daughter

And when her name is mentioned The parts of every gentleman Do stand up at attention

And nothing can delight so As does the part that lies between Her left toe and her right toe

GENTLY JOHNNY

I put my hand on her knee And she said do you want to see? I put my hand on her breast And she said do you want a kiss?

Gently, gently, Johnny, Gently Johnny my gigalo. Gently, gently, Johnny, Gently Johnny my gigalo.

I put my hand on her thigh And she said do you want to try? I put my hand on her belly And she said do you want to fill me?

Gently, gently, Johnny, Gently Johnny my gigalo. Gently, gently, Johnny, Gently Johnny my gigalo.

THE MAYPOLE SONG

In the woods there grew a tree And a fine fine tree was he

And on that tree there was a limb And on that limb there was a branch And on that branch there was a nest And in that nest there was an egg And in that egg there was a bird And from that bird a feather came And of that feather was a bed

And on that bed there was a girl And on that girl there was a man And from that man there was a seed And from that seed there was a boy And from that boy there was a man And for that man there was a grave From that grave there grew a tree

In the Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle wood

And on that tree there was a limb And on that limb there was a branch And on that branch there was a nest And in that nest there was an egg And in that egg there was a bird And from that bird a feather came And of that feather was a bed

And on that bed there was a girl And on that girl there was a man And from that man there was a seed And from that seed there was a boy And from that boy there was a man And for that man there was a grave From that grave there grew a tree

In the Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle, Summerisle wood

WILLOW'S SONG

Heigh ho! Who is there? No one but me, my dear Please come say, How do? The things I'll give to you

By stroke as gentle as a feather I'll catch a rainbow from the sky And tie the ends together

Heigh ho! I am here Am I not young and fair? Please come say, How do? The things I'll show to you

Would you have a wond'rous sight The midday sun at midnight?

How a maid can milk a bull! And every stroke a bucketful

SUMMER IS ICUMEN IN

Summer is icumen in Loudly sing Cuckoo Grows the seed and blows the mead And springs the wood anew Sing Cuckoo!

Ewe bleats harshly after lamb Cows after calves make moo Bullock stamps and deer champs Now shrilly sing Cuckoo...

Wild bird are you!