The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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THE BRAES O' BALLOCHMYLE |
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THE BRAES O' BALLOCHMYLE
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The Catrine woods were yellow seen,The flowers decay'd on Catrine lea;
Nae lav'rock sang on hillock green,
But nature sicken'd on the e'e;
Thro' faded groves Maria sang,
Hersel in beauty's bloom the while,
And aye the wild-wood echoes rang:—
‘Fareweel the braes o' Ballochmyle!
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‘Low in your wintry beds, ye flowers,Again ye'll flourish fresh and fair;
Ye birdies, dumb in with'ring bowers,
Again ye'll charm the vocal air;
But here, alas! for me nae mair
Shall birdie charm, or floweret smile:
Fareweel the bonie banks of Ayr!
Fareweel! fareweel sweet Ballochmyle!’
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