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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.
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