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I ha'e a wiſh I canna tine,
amang a' the 'ares that grieve me O,
I wiſh that you wer't ever mine,
and never mair to leave me O.
Then I wad dat you night and day,
nae either warldly cares to hae,
Till life's warm ſtreams forget to play,
on thee my Joe and Deary O.
The Braes of Bonny Doon.
YE banks and braes of bonny Doon,
How can ye bloom so freſh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
while I'm ſo wae and fu' o' care?
Ye'll break my heart ye little birds,
that wanton thro' the flow'ring-thorn,
Ye mind me of departed joys,
departed never to return.
Oft have I roam'd by bonny Doon,
to ſee the roſe and woodbine twine,
Where ilka bird ſung o'er its note,
and cheerfully I join'd with mine.
Wi' heartſome glee I pull'd a roſe,
a roſe out of yon thorny tree
