Ye Banks and Braes o’ Bonnie Doon

Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon How ye can bloom so fresh and fair
How can ye chant ye little birds

And I sae weary fu’ o’ care
Ye’ll break my heart ye warbling birds

That wantons thro’ the flowering thorn

Ye mind me o’ departed joys

Departed never to return
Oft hae I rov’d 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 pu’d a rose

Fu’ sweet upon its thorny tree

But my false lover stole my rose

But ah! She left the thorn wi’ me