thelasso'ballochmyle tune—“ettrickbanks.” 'twaseven—thedewyfieldsweregreen, oneverybladethepearlshang thezephyrwanton'droundthebean, andboreitsfragrantsweetsalang: inev'ryglenthemavissang, allnaturelist'ningseem'dthewhile, exceptwheregreenwoodechoesrang, amangthebraeso'ballochmyle. withcarelessstepionwardstray'd, myheartrejoic'dinnature'sjoy, when,musinginalonelyglade, amaidenfairichanc'dtospy: herlookwaslikethemorning'seye, herairlikenature'svernalsmile: perfectionwhisper'd,passingby, “beholdthelasso'ballochmyle!” fairisthemorninflowerymay, andsweetisnightinautumnmild whenrovingthro'thegardengay, orwand'ringinthelonelywild: butwoman,nature'sdarlingchild! thereallhercharmsshedoescompile eventhereherotherworksarefoil'd bythebonielasso'ballochmyle. o,hadshebeenacountrymaid, andithehappycountryswain, tho'sheer'dinthelowestshed thateverroseonscotland'splain! thro'wearywinter'swindandrain, withjoy,withrapture,iwouldtoil andnightlytomybosomstrain thebonielasso'ballochmyle. thenpridemightclimbtheslipp'rysteep, whereframeandhonoursloftyshine andthirstofgoldmighttemptthedeep, ordownwardseektheindianmine: givemethecotbelowthepine, totendtheflocksortilhesoil andev'rydayhavejoysdivine withthebonielasso'ballochmyle.