Ye Banks and Braes . R. Burns.

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

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