This text comes from The Book of Scottish Song, edited by Alexander Whitelaw, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
"O, corn rigs, and rye rigs.
And corn rigs are bonnie.
And gin ye meet a bonnie lass,
Prin up her cockemony."
My Patie is a lover gay;
His mind is never muddy;
His breath is sweeter than new hay;
His face is fair and ruddy.
His shape is handsome middle size;
He's stately in his walking;
The shining of his een surprise;
'Tis heaven to hear him talking.
Last night I met him on a bauk,
Where yellow corn was growins;
There mony a kindly word he spake,
That set my heart a-glowing.
He kiss'd, and vow'd he wad be mine,
And lo'ed me best of ony;
That gars me like to sing sinsyne,
O corn-rigs are bonny.
Let maidens of a silly mind
Refuse what maist they're wanting;
Since we for yielding are design'd,
We chastely should be granting.
Then I'll comply and mairy Pate;
And syne my cockernony
He's free to touzle air or late,
When corn-rigs are bonny.