Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie doon
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair
How can ye chant ye little birds
And i sae weary full o’ care.
Chorus. Ye’ll break my heart ye warbling birds
That wanton through the flowery thorn
Ye ‘mind me o’ departed joys
Departed never to return
Oft hae i roved by bonnie doon
To see the rose and woodbine twine
And ilka bird sang o’ its love
And fondly sae did i o’ mine
Wi’ lightsome heart i pulled a rose
Full sweet upon its thorny tree
And my false lover stole my rose
But ah she left the thorn wi’ me