Ye Banks and Braes O' Bonnie Doon

Song Ye Banks and Braes O' Bonnie Doon
Artist Dougie MacLean
Album The Plant Life Years

Lyrics

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[00:21.16] Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
[00:28.69] How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair
[00:35.89] How can ye chant, ye little bird
[00:43.00] And I sae weary, fu' o' care
[00:50.67] Y'll break my he'rt, y' warbling bird
[00:58.22] That wantons thro' the flowering thorn
[01:07.25] Ye minds me o' departed joys
[01:14.47] Departed, never to return
[01:22.97] Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon
[01:31.54] To see the rose and woodbine twine
[01:38.33] And ilka bird sang o' its luve
[01:45.64] And fondly sae did I o' mine
[01:53.14] Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
[02:00.38] Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree
[02:09.58] And my fause Lover stole my rose
[02:17.23] And ah! he left the thorn wi' me
[02:48.21] Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
[02:55.91] How can ye bloom so fresh and fair
[03:03.27] How can ye chant, ye little birds
[03:10.42] And I sae weary, fu' o' care
[03:18.08] Y'll break my he'rt, y' warbling bird
[03:25.25] That wantons thro' the flowering thorn
[03:34.75] Ye mind me o' departed joys
[03:41.81] Departed, never to return