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 full o' care?



Ye'll break my heart ye warbling birds

That wanton through the flowery thorn

Ye 'mind me o' departed joys

Departed never to return



Oft hae i roved by bonnie doon

To see the rose and woodbine twine

And ilka bird sang o' its love

And fondly sae did i o' mine



Wi' lightsome heart i pulled a rose

Full sweet upon its thorny tree

And my false lover stole my rose

But ah she left the thorn wi' me