Ye Banks and Braes O’ Bonnie Doon lyrics

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair;
How can ye chaunt, ye little birds
And I sae weary, fu' o' care!
Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird
That warbles thro' the flow'ring thorn:
Thou minds me o' departed joys
Departed -- never to return!

Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o' its luve
And fondly sae did I o' mine
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree;
But my fause luver staw my rose
But, ah! he left the thorn wi' me