MS: 'The Bonnie Lass o' Ballochmyle'

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MS: 'The Bonnie Lass o' Ballochmyle'

Except where green-wood echoes rang,
Amang the braes o' Ballochmyle.

With careless step I onward stray'd,
My heart rejoic'd in Nature's joy;
When musing in a lonely glade,
A Maiden fair I chanc'd to spy:
He look was like the morning's eye;
Her air like Nature's vernal smile:
The lily hue and reses dye
Bespoke the Lass o' Ballochmyle.

Fair is a morn in flow'ry May,
And sweet a night in Autumn mild;
When roving thro' the garden gay,
Or wand'ring in the lonely Wild:
But Woman, Nature's darling child,
There all her charms she does compile.
And all her other works are foil'd -
By th' bonie Lass o' Ballochmyle.

O of she were a country-maid,
And I the happy country swain!
Tho' shelt'red in the lowest shed
That ever rose on Scotia's plain!

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