Kate Dalrymple, and The Flowers of the Forest/Ye Banks and Braes
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YE BANKS AND BRAES.
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?How can ye chant ye little ⟨birds,⟩And I sae weary fu' o' care?Thou'lt break my heart thou warbling bird,That wantons through the flowering thorn;Thou minds me o' departed joys,Departed never to return.Oft have I roved by bonnie Doon,To see the rose and woodbine twine,And ilka bird sang o' its love,And sae did I o' mine.Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,Fu' sweet upon its thoruy tree;But my fause lover stole my rose,But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.