Explore "The Lass o' Ballochmyle" by Robert Burns on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Tune-"Ettrick Banks."
'Twas even-the dewy fields were green, / On every blade the pearls hang; / The zephyr wanton'd round the bean, / And bore its fragrant sweets alang: / In ev'ry glen the mavis sang, / All nature list'ning seem'd the while, / Except where greenwood echoes rang, / Amang the braes o' Ballochmyle.