ROBERT BURNS
5/2 The Banks o y Doon
rE flowery banks o' bonnie Doon, How can ye blume 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,
That sings upon the bough, Thou minds me o' the happy days
When my fause luve was true.
Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird,
That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae 1 sang,
And wistna o' my fate.
Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon, To see the woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o' its luve, And sae did I o' mine.
WV lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
Upon a morn in June, And sae I flourished on the morn,
And sae was pu'd or' noon.
WV lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
Upon its thorny tree; But my fause luvcr btaw my rose,
And left the thorn wi' me.
or'] ere. staw] stole.
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