The Banks O' Doon

Robert Burns

1759 to 1796

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