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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.

o, had she been a country maid,

and i the happy country swain,

tho' shelter'd in the lowest shed

that ever rose on scotland'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 frame 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.