The Bonnie lass O' Ballochmyle

Fair is the morn in flow'ry 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; 
E'en there her other works are foil'd 
E'en there her other works are foil'd 
By the bonnie lass 0' Ballochmyle.	

Chorus	
The bonnie lass 0' Ballochmyle	
The bonnie lass!	
--The bonnie, bonnie lass!	
The bonnie lasso' 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, 
Withjoy, with rapture, I would toil; 
And nightly to my bosom strain, 
And nightly to my bosom strain, 
The bonnie lass 0' Ballochmyle.	

Chorus;	

The bonnie lass 0' Ballochmyle 
The bonnie lass!	
The bonnie, bonnie lass! 
The bonnie lass 0' Ballochmyle.

(Bonnie Lass 0' Ballochmyle)
Ballochmyle stands on the banks of the 
River Ayr and the song was written by 
Robert Burns to a lady he admired in 1786. 
His feelings were not reciprocated but 
are immortalised in these words.