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The Banks o' Doon 
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) ARB