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