Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 318. Song—The Banks o’ Doon (Third Version) |
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| YE banks and braes o’ bonie Doon, | |
| How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? | |
| How can ye chant, ye little birds, | |
| And I sae weary fu’ o’ care! | |
| Thou’ll break my heart, thou warbling bird, | 5 |
| That wantons thro’ the flowering thorn: | |
| Thou minds me o’ departed joys, | |
| Departed never to return. | |
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| Aft hae I rov’d by Bonie Doon, | |
| To see the rose and woodbine twine: | 10 |
| 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! | |
| And may fause Luver staw my rose, | 15 |
| But ah! he left the thorn wi’ me. | |
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