Ye banks and braes ..........HomepageA Scottish song you can hear and join in - at the Saturday night ceilidh in the Lade Inn - Kilmahog near Callander, Scotland

  1. 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
  2. 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