CORN RIGS ARE BONIE.
All the old words that ever I could meet to this air were the following, which seem to have been an old chorus:
“O corn rigs and rye rigs,
O corn rigs are bonie;
And where’er you meet a bonie lass,
Preen up her cockernony.”
All the old words that ever I could meet to this air were the following, which seem to have been an old chorus:
“O corn rigs and rye rigs,
O corn rigs are bonie;
And where’er you meet a bonie lass,
Preen up her cockernony.”