Ye Flowery Banks ( Bonie Doon )

Robert Burns

Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon, 
How can ye blume sae fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae fu' o' care? 

Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird,
That sings upon the bough;
Thou minds me o' the happy days,
When my false love was true. 

Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird,
That sings beside thy mate;
For sae I sat, and sae I sang,
And wist na o' my fate. 

Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon
To see the wood-bine twine,
And ilka bird sang o' its luve,
And sae did I o' mine. 

Wi' lightsome heart I pulled a rose
Frae aff its thorny tree;
And my false luver stole my rose
But left the thorn wi' me.

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