Ye Banks And Braes Of Bonny Doon

Words and Music by : Robert Burns
Arranged and adapted by:

Recorded by Norman Luboff Choir on::


Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon 
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? 
How can ye chaunt, ye little birds, 
And I sae weary, fu' o' care. 
Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling birds 
That wanton through the flowery thorn, 
Ye mind me o' departed joys, 
Departed, never to return. 

Oft hae I roved by bonnie Doon 
To see the rose and woodbine twine, 
And ilka bird sang o' its love, 
And fondly sae did I o' mine. 
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose 
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree 
But my fause lover stole my rose, 
And Ah! he left the thorn wi' me.