Lyrics of The banks o doon

The banks o' doon
(robert burns)
Ye flowery banks o'bonie doon,
How can ye blume sae fair;
How can ye chant, ye 1ittle 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 fause luve was true.
Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird
That sings beside thy mate;
For sae i sat, and sae i sang,
And wist na o'my fate.
Aft hae i rov'd by bonie doon,
To see the wood-bine twine,
And ilka bird sang o'its love,
And sae did i o'mine.
Wi'1ightsome heart i pu'd a rose
Frae aff its thorny tree,
And my fause luver staw the rose,
But left the thorn wi'me.
Wi'1ightsome heart i pu'd a rose,
Upon a mom in june:
And sae i flourish'd on the morn,
And sae was pu'd or noon!
Note: tune is cambdelmore (328a)
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