The Braes O' Ballochmyle

1.
The Catrine woods were yellow seen,
The flowers decay'd on Catrine lea;
Nae lav'rock sang on hillock green,
But nature sicken'd on the e'e;
Thro' faded groves Maria sang,
Hersel in beauty's bloom the while,
And aye the wild-wood echoes rang: -
'Fareweel the braes o' Ballochmyle!
2.
'Low in your wintry beds, ye flowers,
Again ye'll flourish fresh and fair;
Ye birdies, dumb in with'ring bowers,
Again ye'll charm the vocal air;
But here, alas! for me nae mair
Shall birdie charm, or floweret smile:
Fareweel the bonie banks of Ayr!
Fareweel! Fareweel sweet Ballohmyle!'

The Hillside Slopes Of Ballochmyle


The Catrine woods were yellow seen,
The flowers decayed on Catrine lea (meadow);
No lark sang on hillock green,
But nature sickened on the eye;
Through faded groves Maria sang,
Herself in beauty's bloom the while,
And always the wild-wood echoes rang: -
'Farewell the hillside slopes of Ballochmyle!

'Low in your wintry beds, you flowers,
Again you will flourish fresh and fair;
You birds, dumb in withering bowers,
Again you will charm the vocal air;
But here, alas! for me no more
Shall bird charm, or flowery smile:
Farewell the lovely banks of river Ayr!
Farewell! Farewell sweet Ballohmyle!'