Ye Flowery Banks (Bonie Doon)-Robert Burns

             Ye flowery banks o' bonie 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 bonie bird,

                That sings upon the bough;

              Thou minds me o' the happy days,

                    When my fause love was true.

              Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird,

                  That sings beside thy mate;

            For sae I sat, and sae I sang,

                  And wist na o' my fate.

            Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon

                  To see the wood-bine twine,

            And ilka bird sang o' its luve,

                 And sae did I o' mine.

           Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose

                  Frae aff its thorny tree;

            And my fause luver staw my rose

                 But left the thorn wi' me.