Douglas Brooks-Davies - Ye banks and braes - текст песни (слова)

Ye banks and braes of bonnie Doon
 How can ye bloom so fresh and fair?
 How can ye chant, ye little birds,
 And I sae weary, full of care!
 Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird
 That wantons through the flowery thorn;
 Thou mind'st me of departed joys,
 Departed, never to return.
 
 Oft have I rov'd by bonnie Doon
 To see the rose and woodbine twine;
 And ilka bird sang of its love,
 And fondly sae did I of mine.
 Wi' lightsome heart I pulled a rose
 Full sweet upon its thorny tree;
 nd my fause lover stole my rose,
 But Ah! he left the thorn wi' me.