Bonnie Lass O'Ballochmyle |
Robert Burns
Fair is the morn in flow'ry 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; |: E'en there her other works are foil'd :| By the bonnie lass O' Ballochmyle. Chorus: The bonnie lass O' Ballochmyle The bonnie lass! The bonnie, bonnie lass! The bonnie lasso' Ballochmyle. |
2. O had she been a country maid, And I the happy country swain, Tho' shelter'd in the lowest shed That ever rose on Scotland's plain! Thro' weary winter's wind and rain, Withjoy, with rapture, I would toil; |: And nightly to my bosom strain, :| The bonnie lass O' Ballochmyle. Chorus: |