John Mcdermott - Ye Banks And Braes Of Bonnie Doon Lyrics
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie doonHow can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?How can ye chant, ye little birds,And i'm sae weary, fu' o' care!Y'ell break my heart, ye warbling bird,That wantons through the flow'ring thornYe mind me o' departed joys,Departed, never to return.Oft i have roved by bonnie doonTo see the rose of woodbine twine;And ilka bird sand o' its luve,And fondly sae did i o'mine.We lightsome hearts i stretch'd my handAnd pu'd a rosebud from the tree;But my fause lover stole the roseAnd left, and left the thorn wi' me