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[00:12.39]Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
[00:18.93]How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair;
[00:25.33]How can ye chant, ye little bird,
[00:31.88]And I sae weary, fu' o' care!
[00:38.23]Y'll break my he'rt, y' warbling bird,
[00:44.33]That wantons thro' the flowering thorn:
[00:52.19]Ye minds me o' departed joys,
[00:59.00]Departed, never to return!
[01:16.34]Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon,
[01:22.93]To see the rose and woodbine twine:
[01:29.17]And ilka bird sang o' its luve,
[01:35.52]And fondly sae did I o' mine;
[01:41.82]Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
[01:47.76]Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree!
[01:55.47]And my fause Lover stole my rose,
[02:02.29]But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.