Robert Burns ( )


The Lass O ballochmyle


TWAS even-the dewy fields were green,
  On every blade the pearls hang;
The Zephyrs wantond round the bean,
  And bore its fragrant sweets alang:
In every glen the Mavis sang,
  All nature listening seemd the while:
Except where green-wood echoes rang,
  Amang the braes o Ballochmyle.

With careless step I onward strayd,
  My heart rejoiced in natures joy,
When musing in a lonely glade,
  A maiden fair I chanced to spy;
Her look was like the mornings eye,
  Her hair like natures vernal smile;
Perfection whisperd, passing by,
  Behold the lass o Ballochmyle!

Fair is the morn in flowery May,
  And sweet is night in Autumn mild,
When roving thro the garden gay,
  Or wandering in the lonely wild:
But Woman, Natures darling child!
  There all her charms she does compile;
Evn there her other works are foild
  By the bonnie lass o Ballochmyle.

O had she been a country maid,
  And I the happy country swain,
Tho shelterd in the lowest shed
  That ever rose on Scotlands plain!
Thro weary winters wind and rain,
  With joy, with rapture, I would toil;
And nightly to my bosom strain
  The bonnie lass o Ballochmyle.

Then pride might climb the slippery steep,
  Where fame and honours lofty shine;
And thirst of gold might tempt the deep,
  Or downward seek the Indian mine:
Give me the cot below the pine,
  To tend the flocks or till the soil,
And every day have joys divine,
  With the bonnie lass o Ballochmyle.



Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. Lines Written on a Bank-note
  2. Epitaph on Miss Jessy Lewars
  3. Verses to a Young Lady, Miss Graham of Fintry, with a Present of Songs
  4. Extempore To Mr. Syme, On Refusing To Dine With Him, After Having Been Promised The First Of Company, And The First Of Cookery
  5. Epitaph on Gabriel Richardson


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