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The Banks O' Doon (
Robert Burns)
Ye flowery banks o'bonie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair;
How can ye chant, ye 1ittle birds, And I sae 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 wood-bine twine,
And ilka bird sang o'its love, And sae did I o'mine.
Wi'1ightsome heart I pu'd a rose Frae aff its thorny tree,
And my fause luver staw the rose, But left the thorn wi'me.
Wi'1ightsome heart I pu'd a rose, Upon a mom in June:
And sae I flourish'd on the morn, And sae was pu'd or noon!
Note: Tune is Cambdelmore (328A)filename
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