The Banks o' Doon (2)

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.

Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird,That sings upon the bough;Thou minds me o' the happy days,When my fause luve was true.

Thou'lt break my heart, thou bonie bird,That sings beside thy mate,For sae I sat, and sae I sang,And wist na o' my fate.

Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon,To see the woodbine twine,And ilka bird sang o' its love,And sae did I o' mine.

Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,Frae off its thorny tree;And my fause luver staw my rose,But left the thorn wi' me.