Robert Burns (17591796). Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 190914. |
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| 317. SongThe Banks o Doon (Second Version) |
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| YE flowery banks o bonie Doon, | |
| How can ye blume sae fair? | |
| How can ye chant, ye little birds, | |
| And I sae fu o care! | |
| Thoull break my heart, thou bonie bird, | 5 |
| That sings upon the bough! | |
| Thou minds me o the happy days | |
| When my fause Luve was true. | |
| Thoull break my heart, thou bonie bird, | |
| That sings beside thy mate; | 10 |
| For sae I sat, and sae I sang, | |
| And wist na o my fate. | |
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| Aft hae I rovd by bonie Doon, | |
| To see the woodbine twine; | |
| And ilka bird sang o its Luve, | 15 |
| And sae did I o mine. | |
| Wi lightsome heart I pud a rose, | |
| Upon its thorny tree; | |
| But my fause Luver staw my rose, | |
| And left the thorn wi me. | 20 |
| Wi lightsome heart I pud a rose, | |
| Upon a morn in June; | |
| And sae I flourished on the morn, | |
| And sae was pud or noon. | |
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