Ye Banks and Braes of Bonnie Doon Lyrics

Ye banks and braes of bonnie doon,
How can ye bloom so fresh and fair?
How can ye chant ye little birds?
And ye see me so full of care?
Thou wilt break my heart, thou warbling bird
That wanders through the flowering thorn,
Thou minds me of departed joys,
Departed never to return.
Oft' have I roved by Bonnie Doon
To see the rose and woodbine twine

And little birds sang of it's love and fondly so did I of mine.
With light-some heart I pulled a rose,
So sweet upon it's thorny tree
And my false lover stole my rose,
But he left the thorn with me.
Ye Banks and Brae's of Bonnie Doon
How can ye bloom so fresh and fair?
How can ye chant ye little birds?
And aye, see me so full of care?
Thou break my heart thou warbling bird
That wanders through the flowery thorn.
Thou minds me of departed joy,
Departed, never to return.