I'd never understood the injunction not to regret anything, couldn't see how that wasn't cowardice.
Once upon a Lammas Night When corn rigs are bonny, Beneath the Moon's unclouded light, I held awhile to Annie. . . The time went by with careless heed Between the late and early, With small persuasion she agreed To see me through the barley. . . Corn rigs and barley rigs, Corn rigs are bonny! I'll not forget that happy night Among the rigs with Annie!