The Banks O Doon—Third Version
The Banks O' Doon—Third Version</p>
Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon,</p>
How ye bloom sae fresh and fair?</p>
How ye t, ye little birds,</p>
And I sae weary fu' o' care!</p>
Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird,</p>
That wantons thro' the fl thorn:</p>
Thou minds me o' departed joys,</p>
Departed o return.</p>
Aft hae I rov'd by Bonie Doon,</p>
To see the rose and woodbiwine:</p>
And ilka bird sang o' its Luve,</p>
And fondly sae did I o' mine;</p>
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,</p>
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree!</p>
And may fause Luver staw my rose,</p>
But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.</p>
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Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon,</p>
How ye bloom sae fresh and fair?</p>
How ye t, ye little birds,</p>
And I sae weary fu' o' care!</p>
Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird,</p>
That wantons thro' the fl thorn:</p>
Thou minds me o' departed joys,</p>
Departed o return.</p>
Aft hae I rov'd by Bonie Doon,</p>
To see the rose and woodbiwine:</p>
And ilka bird sang o' its Luve,</p>
And fondly sae did I o' mine;</p>
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,</p>
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree!</p>
And may fause Luver staw my rose,</p>
But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.</p>
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