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 Nae lavrock sang on hillock green,

But nature sicken'd on the e'e.

Through faded groves Maria sang

Hersel' in beauty's bloom the while,

An' ay the wild wood echoes rang,

Fareweel the braes o' Ballochmyle.

Low in your wintry beds. ye flowers,

Again ye'll flourish fresh and fair,

Ye burdies dumb in withering bowers,

Again ye'll charm the vocal air:

But here, alas! for me nae mair,

Shall birdie charm or floweret smile;

Fare weel the bonny banks of Air,

Fareweel! fareweel sweet Ballochmyle.

When o'er the downs at early day,

my lowland Willie hied him,

With joy I drove my cows that way,

In milking to abide him.

My bonny, bonny lowland Will,

My bonny lowland Willie,

My bonny bonny lowland Will,

My bonny lowland Willie.

'Twas o'er the downs he first began,

to tell how well he lov'd me;