Ye Flowery BanksBy Robert BurnsYe 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 DoonTo 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 roseFrae aff its thorny tree;And my fause luver staw my roseBut left the thorn wi' me.
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