The Banks O' Doon

by Robert Burns

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 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 love,

And sae did I o' mine.

Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,

Frae aff its thorny tree,

And my fause luver saw the rose,

But left the thorn wi' me,

Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,

Upon a morn in June,

And sae I flourish'd on the morn,

And sae was pu'd or noon!