| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
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| CXXXIX. "Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon" |
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| YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, | |
| How can ye bloom sae fair? | |
| How can ye chant, ye little birds, | |
| And I sae fu' o' care? | |
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| Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird | 5 |
| That sings upon the bough; | |
| Thou minds me o' the happy days | |
| When my fause Luve was true. | |
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| Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird | |
| That sings beside thy mate; | 10 |
| For sae I sat, and sae I sang, | |
| And wist na o' my fate. | |
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| Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon | |
| To see the woodbine twine: | |
| And ilka bird sang o' its Luve, | 15 |
| And sae did I o' mine. | |
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| Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, | |
| Frae aff its thorny tree; | |
| And my fause Luver staw the rose | |
| But left the thorn wi' me. | 20 |
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