The Banks O' Doon
Robert Burns
1759 to 1796
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Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
How can bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, little birds,
And I sae weary, fu' o' care?
Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons through flowering thorn;
Thou minds me o' departed joys,
Departed—never return.
Thou'lt break my heart, thou bonnie bird,
That beside thy mate;
For sae I sat, and sae sang,
And wistna o' my fate.
Aft hae I by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o' its luve,
And, fondly, did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pou'd rose,
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree;
And my luver stole my rose,
But ah! he left the wi' me.