Ye Banks And Braes O' Bonnie Doon

Song Ye Banks And Braes O' Bonnie Doon
Artist Alasdair Roberts
Album The Crook Of My Arm

Lyrics

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[00:05.82] Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
[00:13.57] How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair
[00:21.09] How can ye chant, ye little bird
[00:28.84] And I sae weary, fu' o' care
[00:37.10] Y'll break my he'rt, y' warbling bird
[00:43.89] That wantons thro' the flowering thorn
[00:51.82] Ye minds me o' departed joys
[00:59.58] Departed, never to return
[01:11.00] Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon
[01:19.11] To see the rose and woodbine twine
[01:27.13] And ilka bird sang o' its luve
[01:35.47] And fondly sae did I o' mine
[01:43.58] Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
[01:50.54] Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree
[01:58.63] But my fause Lover stole my rose
[02:07.21] But ah! he left the thorn wi' me
[02:17.82] Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
[02:26.39] How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair
[02:33.89] How can ye chant, ye little bird
[02:42.58] And I sae weary, fu' o' care