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THE LASS O' BALLOCHMYLE.

'Twas even, the dewy fields were green,


 * On every blade the pearls hang;

The zephyr wanton'd round the bean,


 * And bore its fragrant sweets alang,

In every glen the mavis sang,


 * All nature listening seemn'd the while,

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;

Her look was like the morning's eye,


 * Her air like nature's verual smile;

Perfection whispered 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 a lonely wild!

But woman, nature's darling child!


 * There all her charms she does compile;