Текст песни Burns Robert - The Lass O Ballochmyle
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The Lass O` Ballochmyle (Robert Burns)`Twas even: the dewy fields were green, On every blade the pearls hang,The zeghyr wanton`d round the bean, An bore its fragrant sweets alang,In ev`ry glen the mavis sang, AII Nature list`ning seem`d the while,Except where greenwood 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.Her look was like the morning`s eye, Her air like Nature`s vernal smile.Perfection whisper`d, 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 wand`ring in the lonely wild;But woman, Nature`s darling child - There all her charms she does compile -Even there her other works are foil`d By the bonie lass o Ballochmyle.0, had she been a country maid, And I the happy country swain,Tho shelter`d in the lowest shed That ever rose on Scotia`s plain!Thro weary winter`s wind and rain With joy, with rapture, I would toil,And nightly to my bosom strain The bonie lass o Ballochmyle!Then Pride might climb the slipp`ry 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 ev`ry day have joys divine With the bonie lass o Ballochmyle.Tune: Ettrick Banks (89)filename[ BALCHMYLplay.exe BALCHMYLARB===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===