the ss o' ballochmyle
turick banks.”
'twas even—the dewy fields were green,
on every bde the pearls hang;
the zephyr wanton'd round the bean,
and bore its fragrant sweets ang:
in ev&#len the mavis sang,
all nature list'ning seem'd the while,
except where greenwood ech,
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 gde,
a maiden fair i c'd to spy:
her look was like the m's eye,
her air like nature's vernal
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