Ye Flowery Banks (Bonie Doon)

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 love was true.

Thou'll 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 wood-bine twine,

And ilka bird sang o' its luve,

         And sae did I o' mine.

Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose

         Frae aff its thorny tree;

And my fause luver staw my rose

         But left the thorn wi' me.