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'll break my heart, ye warbling bird
That warbles on the flowering thorn
Ye 'mind me o' departed joys
Departed, never to return
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 with me
But my false lover stole the rose
And left, and left the thorn with me



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Burns, Trad, Purcell James Mansfield
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