Ye banks and braes o' bonnie doon
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair
How can ye chant ye little birds
And i'm sae weary fu' o' care
Y'ell break my heart ye warbling bird
That wantons through the flow'ring thorn
Ye mind me o' departed joys
Departed never to return
Oft i have roved by bonnie doon
To see the rose of woodbine twine
And ilka bird sand o' its luve
And fondly sae did i o'mine
We lightsome hearts i stretch'd my hand
And pu'd a rosebud from the tree
But my fause lover stole my rose
And left and left the thorn wi' me