The Banks O Doon Lyrics - Burns Robert

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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