the banks o doon—first version（1/1）

the banks o' doon—first version

sweet are the banks—the banks o' doon,

the spreading flowers are fair,

and everything is blythe and glad,

but i am fu' o' care.

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:

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.

aft hae i rov'd by bonie doon,

to see the woodbine twine;

and ilka birds sang o' its luve,

and sae did i o' mine:

wi' lightsome heart i pu'd a rose,

upon its thorny tree;

but my fause luver staw my rose

and left the thorn wi' me:

wi' lightsome heart i pu'd a rose,

upon a morn in june;

and sae i flourished on the morn,

and sae was pu'd or noon!