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Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, |
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How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; |
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How can ye chant, ye little bird, |
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And I sae weary, fu' o' care! |
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Y'll break my he'rt, y' warbling bird, |
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That wantons thro' the flowering thorn: |
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Ye minds me o' departed joys, |
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Departed, never to return! |
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Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon, |
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To see the rose and woodbine twine: |
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And ilka bird sang o' its luve, |
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And fondly sae did I o' mine; |
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Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, |
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Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree! |
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And my fause Lover stole my rose, |
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But ah! he left the thorn wi' me. |
