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Ye Banks And Braes Lyrics


Ian Bruce Ye Banks And Braes


Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chaunt, ye little birds,
And I sae weary, fu' 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' it's love,
And fondly sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose

Fu' sweet upon it's thorny tree
But my fause lover stole my rose,
And Ah! he left the thorn wi' me.

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