The Banks O' Doon

Robert Burns

1759 to 1796

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