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316. Song—The Banks o' Doon (First Version)

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 SWEET are the banks—the banks o’ Doon,
 The spreading flowers are fair,
And everything is blythe and glad,
 But I am fu’ o’ care.
Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonie 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 bonie bird, That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o’ my fate.
Aft hae I rov’d by bonie Doon, To see the woodbine twine; And ilka birds sang o’ its Luve, And sae did I o’ mine: Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose, Upon its thorny tree; But my fause Luver staw my rose And left the thorn wi’ me: Wi’ 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!

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