- Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sa fresh and fair,
How can ye chant ye little birds,
And I sae weary, fu' o' care,
Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling birds,
That wanton through the flowry thorn,
Ye mind me o' departedjoys,
Departed never to return
- Oft hae I roved by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine,
And ilka bird sang o' its love,
And fondly sae did I o' mine,
Wi' lightsome heart I pu' d a rose,
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree,
But my false lover stole my rose,
And, ah! he left the thorn wi' me.
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Lyrics - Robert Burns
Melody - Charles Millar, 1788