Ye Banks And Braes

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, fu' o' care

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon

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, fu' o' care

Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling bird
That wantons on through the flowery thorn
Ye 'mind me o' departed joys
Departed, never to return

Aft' hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon
By morning and by evening shine
To hear the birds sing o' their loves
As fondly once I sang o' mine

Wi' lightsome heart I stretched my hand
And pu'd a rosebud from the tree
But my false lover stole the rose
And left, and left the thorn wi' me

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can we chant, ye little birds
And I sae weary, fu' o' care



Credits
Writer(s): Burns, Quilter
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link