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Friday, 11 December 2009

The Banks o' Doon,Robert Burns 1759-1796, The Other Ayrshire Poet.

Ye flowery banks o' bonnie 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 bonnie bird,
That sings upon the bough;
Thou minds me o' the happy days 
When my fause luve was true.

Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird,
That sings beside thy mate;
For sae I sat, and sae I sang, 
And wistna o' my fate.

Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon,
To see the woodbine twine;
And like a bird sang o' its luve,
And sae did I o, mine.

Wi' lightsome heart I pu,d a rose
Upon a morn in June;
And sae I flourish'd on the morn,
And sae was pu'd or' noon.

Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
Upon its thorny tree;
but my fause luver staw my rose,
and left the thorn wi' me.
--Robert Burns



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