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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