Ye Flowery Banks
1.
Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon,
How can ye blume sae fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae fu' o' care?
2.
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!
3.
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!
4.
Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon
To see the woodbine twine,
And ilka bird sang o' its luve,
And sae did I o' mine.
5.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
Frae aff its thorny tree,
And my fause luver staw my rose,
But left the thorn wi' me.

You Flowery Banks

You flowery banks of lovely Doon,
How can you bloom so fair?
How can you chant, you little birds,
And I so full of care?

You will break my heart, you lovely bird,
That sings upon the bough:
You remind me of the happy days
When my false Love was true!

You will break my heart, you lovely bird,
That sings beside thy mate:
For so I sat, and so I sang,
And knew not of my fate!

Often have I roved by lovely Doon
To see the woodbine twine,
And each bird sang of its love,
And so did I of mine.

With lightsome heart I pulled a rose
From off its thorny tree,
And my false lover stole my rose,
But left the thorn with me.