Luyện nghe bài hát The Lass O Ballochmyle

The Lass O'
(Robert Burns)
'Twas even: the dewy fields green,
On every the pearls hang,
The zeghyr round the bean,
An bore its sweets alang,
In ev'ry glen the sang,
AII Nature list'ning the while,
Except where echoes rang,
Amang the o Ballochmyle.
careless step I onward stray'd,
My rejoic'd in Nature's joy,
When, musing in a glade,
A maiden I chanc'd to spy.
Her look was the morning's eye,
Her air like vernal smile.
whisper'd, passing by:-
'Behold the o Ballochmyle!'
Fair is the in flowery May
And is night in autumn mild,
When roving the garden gay,
Or wand'ring in the lonely
But woman, darling child -
all her charms she does compile -
Even there her other are foil'd
By the bonie o Ballochmyle.
0, had she been a maid,
And I the happy swain,
Tho shelter'd in the shed
That ever on Scotia's plain!
weary winter's wind and rain
With joy, rapture, I would toil,
And nightly to my strain
The bonie o Ballochmyle!
Then might climb the slipp'ry steep,
Where fame and honours lofty
And of gold might tempt the deep,
Or downward the Indian mine!
me the cot below the pine,
To tend the flocks or the soil;
And ev'ry day joys divine
the bonie lass o Ballochmyle.
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