Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume III. Sorrow and Consolation. 1904. | | | | I. Disappointment in Love | | The Banks o’ Doon | | Robert Burns (1759–1796) |
| | | 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? | |
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| Thou ’lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, | 5 |
| That wantons through the flowering thorn; | |
| Thou minds me o’ departed joys, | |
| Departed—never to return. | |
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| Thou ’lt break my heart, thou bonnie bird, | |
| That sings beside thy mate; | 10 |
| For sae I sat, and sae I sang, | |
| And wistna o’ my fate. | |
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| Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon, | |
| To see the rose and woodbine twine; | |
| And ilka bird sang o’ its luve, | 15 |
| And, fondly, sae did I o’ mine. | |
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| Wi’ lightsome heart I pou’d a rose, | |
| Fu’ sweet upon its thorny tree; | |
| And my fause luver stole my rose, | |
| But ah! he left the thorn wi’ me. | 20 | | | |
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