Текст (слова) песни: Burns Robert - The Lass O Ballochmyle

The Lass O` Ballochmyle
(Robert Burns)
`Twas even: the dewy fields were green,
On every blade the pearls hang,
The zeghyr wanton`d round the bean,
An bore its fragrant sweets alang,
In ev`ry glen the mavis sang,
AII Nature list`ning seem`d the while,
Except where greenwood echoes rang,
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 glade,
A maiden fair I chanc`d to spy.
Her look was like the morning`s eye,
Her air like Nature`s vernal smile.
Perfection whisper`d, passing by:-
`Behold the lass o Ballochmyle!`
Fair is the morn in flowery May
And sweet is night in autumn mild,
When roving thro the garden gay,
Or wand`ring in the lonely wild;
But woman, Nature`s darling child -
There all her charms she does compile -
Even there her other works are foil`d
By the bonie lass o Ballochmyle.
0, had she been a country maid,
And I the happy country swain,
Tho shelter`d in the lowest shed
That ever rose on Scotia`s plain!
Thro weary winter`s wind and rain
With joy, with rapture, I would toil,
And nightly to my bosom strain
The bonie lass o Ballochmyle!
Then Pride might climb the slipp`ry steep,
Where fame and honours lofty shine;
And thirst of gold might tempt the deep,
Or downward seek the Indian mine!
Give me the cot below the pine,
To tend the flocks or till the soil;
And ev`ry day have joys divine
With the bonie lass o Ballochmyle.
Tune: Ettrick Banks (89)
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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Burns Robert - The Lass O Ballochmyle The Lass O` Ballochmyle (Robert Burns) `Twas even: the dewy fields were green, On every blade the pearls hang, The zeghyr wanton`d round the bean, An bore its fragrant sweets alang, In ev`ry glen the mavis sang, AII Nature list`ning seem`d the while, Except where greenwood echoes rang, 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 glade, A maiden fair I chanc`d to spy. Her look was like the morning`s eye, Her air like Nature`s vernal smile. Perfection whisper`d, passing by:- `Behold the lass o Ballochmyle!` Fair is the morn in flowery May And sweet is night in autumn mild, When roving thro the garden gay, Or wand`ring in the lonely wild; But woman, Nature`s darling child - There all her charms she does compile - Even there her other works are foil`d By the bonie lass o Ballochmyle. 0, had she been a country maid, And I the happy country swain, Tho shelter`d in the lowest shed That ever rose on Scotia`s plain! Thro weary winter`s wind and rain With joy, with rapture, I would toil, And nightly to my bosom strain The bonie lass o Ballochmyle! Then Pride might climb the slipp`ry steep, Where fame and honours lofty shine; And thirst of gold might tempt the deep, Or downward seek the Indian mine! Give me the cot below the pine, To tend the flocks or till the soil; And ev`ry day have joys divine With the bonie lass o Ballochmyle. Tune: Ettrick Banks (89) filename[ BALCHMYL play.exe BALCHMYL ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY=== Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Lass O Ballochmyle: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/51224.html Все тексты песен: Burns Robert » Burns Robert - Five Carlins » Burns Robert - The Banks O Doon » Burns Robert - Frae The Friends And Land I Love » Burns Robert - The Deidly Wars Are Past And Gane » Burns Robert - Ill Mak You Be Fain To Follow Me » Burns Robert - Jamie Come Try Me » Burns Robert - The Battle Of Sherramoor » Burns Robert - To The Weavers Gin Ye Go » Burns Robert - Cauld Frosty Morning » Burns Robert - Kissing My Kate Merry Hae I Been » Burns Robert - Were Geyly Yet » Burns Robert - Awa Whigs Awa » Burns Robert - Blythe Was She » Burns Robert - Green Sleeves » Burns Robert - John Come Kiss Me Now » Burns Robert - Raving Winds » Burns Robert - Carl An The King Come » Burns Robert - On A Bank Of Flowers » Burns Robert - Kissing My Kate Merry Hae I Been » Burns Robert - John Barleycorn A Ballad Рекомендуем скачать: » Жанна Агузарова - Одинокий Сергей » Жека - ПРОСТИ » Жуки - Батарейка » Жанна Агузарова - Душа » Жека - МОЯ ВЕСЕННЯЯ МОСКВА » Жан Татлян - Осенний свет » Жасмин - Головоломка » Жасмин - Ой ле ли, ле ли » Жуки - Хочется » Женя Волконская (Фабрика звезд 4) - Я ничего не обещал » Жасмин - Летний день » Жанна Агузарова - Луч » Жанна Агузарова - Марсианка » Жанна Агузарова - Цифры » Жанна Агузарова - В городе моем » Жанна Агузарова - Индустрия » Жанна Агузарова - Прикосновение к Есенину » Женя Малахова - Мама » Жуки - Влечение » Жасмин - Индийское диско
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