29. Song—The Rigs o’ Barley — Poem analysis

Robert BurnsRomantic

IT was upon a Lammas night, When corn rigs are bonie, Beneath the moon’s unclouded light, I held awa to Annie; The time flew by, wi’ tentless heed, Till, ’tween the late and early, Wi’ sma’ persuasion she agreed To see me thro’ the barley.

Corn rigs, an’ barley rigs, An’ corn rigs are bonie: I’ll ne’er forget that happy night, Amang the rigs wi’ Annie.

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 owre and owre again, Amang the rigs o’ barley. Corn rigs, an’ barley rigs, &c.

I lock’d her in my fond embrace; Her heart was beating rarely: My blessings on that happy place, Amang the rigs o’ barley! But by the moon and stars so bright, That shone that hour so clearly! She aye shall bless that happy night Amang the rigs o’ barley. Corn rigs, an’ barley rigs, &c.

I hae been blythe wi’ comrades dear; I hae been merry drinking; I hae been joyfu’ gath’rin gear; I hae been happy thinking: But a’ the pleasures e’er I saw, Tho’ three times doubl’d fairly, That happy night was worth them a’, Amang the rigs o’ barley. Corn rigs, an’ barley rigs, &c.

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A harvest field, a bright moon and a girl called Annie: Burns needs little more than that for one of his most open-hearted love songs. It begins "upon a Lammas night", at the start of the harvest season, when the "corn rigs", the ridges of ploughed land where the crops grow, are full and ripe. The speaker walks out to meet Annie, loses track of time "wi' tentless heed" (carelessly, without watching the clock), and somewhere "'tween the late and early" she agrees, with "sma' persuasion", to walk with him through the barley. The phrase is gently comic. It suggests he hardly had to ask, and the speaker seems pleased about that.

The central idea arrives in the last stanza. Here the speaker lists what has made him happy in life: "comrades dear", drinking, "gath'rin gear" (collecting wealth and possessions), even "happy thinking". The repeated "I hae been" makes the list sound like a man totting up a ledger. Then comes "But", and everything tips over. Even if all those pleasures were "three times doubl'd fairly", that single night "was worth them a'". The money language of "gear" and the arithmetic of "doubl'd" make the verdict funnier and more convincing, because he judges love by the same measure he might use for profit and loses nothing by it.

The form suits a song. Each eight-line stanza rhymes ABABCDCD, and the lines alternate between a fuller line of about four beats and a shorter one, often with a soft two-syllable ending: "bonie" and "Annie", "early" and "barley". Those feminine endings give the verse a swaying lilt. After every stanza the refrain returns, and its rhyme of "bonie" with "Annie" quietly fuses the field and the girl. Stanzas two, three and four also end on exactly the same line, "Amang the rigs o' barley". By the last stanza that line feels like a fixed spot in the speaker's memory, a place he can always walk back to.

The imagery is sparing, and the sparseness is the point. We get a blue sky, a still wind and a moon "shining clearly". The word "clearly" returns in the next stanza ("that shone that hour so clearly"), after "unclouded light" in the first, so the whole scene is washed in clarity. Nothing is hidden or complicated, and the speaker's feelings are equally untroubled: "I lov'd her most sincerely." The poem reaches for the body only once, when "her heart was beating rarely". Here "rarely" seems to mean "splendidly" or "strongly" rather than "seldom". The detail makes the moment tender rather than boastful, since he can feel her pulse as he holds her.

The word "happy" does a lot of work too. It attaches to the "night", the "place" and finally the "thinking", spreading through the song like warmth. The speaker also blesses the setting ("My blessings on that happy place") and swears "by the moon and stars so bright" that Annie "shall bless that night". The poem is a little one-sided in this respect. Annie never speaks, and we see her only through his eyes, so her happiness is something he asserts rather than something she tells us. Still, his confidence ("I ken't her heart was a' my ain") is hard to dislike, because the tone stays affectionate rather than conquering.

Part of what makes the song matter is where it finds its subject. There are no grand settings, no classical goddesses, just a working landscape of corn and barley, and the poem treats that landscape as the most precious place in the world. Burns writes in Scots, and words like "bonie", "ken't", "owre and owre" and "amang" give the speaker a close, unpolished voice, as if he were telling you this himself. Burns is widely regarded as Scotland's national poet, and this song shows why. It takes an ordinary pleasure of country life, says it plainly and musically, and lets it stand against everything else the speaker has ever valued.

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