The Banks O DnThird Versin
the banks o' doon—third version
ye banks and braes o' bonie doon,
how ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
how ye t, ye little birds,
and i sae weary fu' o' care!
thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird,
that wantons thro' the fl thorn:
thou minds me o' departed joys,
departed o return.
aft hae i rov'd by bonie doon,
to see the rose and woodbiwine:
and ilka bird sang o' its luve,
and fondly sae did i o' mine;
wi' lightsome heart i pu'd a rose,
fu' sweet upon its thorny tree!
and may fause luver staw my rose,
but ah! he left the thorn wi' me.
ye banks and braes o' bonie doon,
how ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
how ye t, ye little birds,
and i sae weary fu' o' care!
thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird,
that wantons thro' the fl thorn:
thou minds me o' departed joys,
departed o return.
aft hae i rov'd by bonie doon,
to see the rose and woodbiwine:
and ilka bird sang o' its luve,
and fondly sae did i o' mine;
wi' lightsome heart i pu'd a rose,
fu' sweet upon its thorny tree!
and may fause luver staw my rose,
but ah! he left the thorn wi' me.