Eddi Reader Ye Banks And Braes O' Bonnie Doon
Ye banks and braes of bonnie Doon How can ye bloom so fresh and fair? How can ye chant ye little birds While I sae weary, fu' o' care? Oh ye'll break my heart, ye warbling birds That wanton o'er the flowerin' thorn Ye mind me o' departed joys Departed never to return Oft hae I been by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine And ilka bird sang o' all its joy And fondly so did I wi mine Wi' lithesome heart I pulled a rose Full sweet upon its flowerin' tree And my false lover stole my rose But ah! he left the thorn wi' me
