Ye banks and Braes

Ye banks and braes o bonnie Doon,

How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair,

How can ye chant ye little birds,

And I sae weary full o care,

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Yell break my heart ye warbling birds,

That wanton through the flowery thorn,

Ye mind me o departed joys,

Departed never to return.

Verse 2

Oft hae I roved by bonnie Doon,

To see the rose and woodbine twine,

And And ilka bird sang O its love,

And fondly sae did I o mine.

Wi lightsome heart I pulled a rose,

Full sweet upon its thorny tree,

And my false lover Stole my rose,

But ah! He left the thorn in me