Ye Banks and Braes O'bonnie Doom

Ye banks and braes of bonnie Doon

How can ye bloom so fresh and fair?

How can ye chant ye little birds

While I sae weary, fu' o' care?

Oh ye'll break my heart, ye warbling birds

That wanton o'er the flowerin' thorn

Ye mind me o' departed joys

Departed never to return

Oft hae I been by bonnie Doon,

To see the rose and woodbine twine

And ilka bird sang o' all its joy

And fondly so did I wi mine

Wi' lithesome heart I pulled a rose

Full sweet upon its flowerin' tree

And my false lover stole my rose

But ah! he left the thorn wi' me