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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[ BANKBRA2 TUNE FILE: BANKBRA2 CLICK TO PLAY ARB |
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