THE BANKS O' DOON (#2)
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Ye banks and braes o' Bonny Doon, how can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can you chant, ye little birds, and I sae weary fu' o' care?
Thou break my heart, thou warblin' bird
That wantons through the flowering thorn
Thou minds me o' departed joys, departed never to return
Aft hae I roved by Bonny Doon to see the rose and woodbine twine
Elke bird sang o' its love and fondly sadеd I "O mine!" Wi'
Lechtsome hеart, I put a rose fu' sweet upon its thorny tree
My first lover sta' my rose but a' he left the thorn wi' me