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[00:21.16]Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
[00:28.69]How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair
[00:35.89]How can ye chant, ye little bird
[00:43.00]And I sae weary, fu' o' care
[00:50.67]Y'll break my he'rt, y' warbling bird
[00:58.22]That wantons thro' the flowering thorn
[01:07.25]Ye minds me o' departed joys
[01:14.47]Departed, never to return
[01:22.97]Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon
[01:31.54]To see the rose and woodbine twine
[01:38.33]And ilka bird sang o' its luve
[01:45.64]And fondly sae did I o' mine
[01:53.14]Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
[02:00.38]Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree
[02:09.58]And my fause Lover stole my rose
[02:17.23]And ah! he left the thorn wi' me
[02:48.21]Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
[02:55.91]How can ye bloom so fresh and fair
[03:03.27]How can ye chant, ye little birds
[03:10.42]And I sae weary, fu' o' care
[03:18.08]Y'll break my he'rt, y' warbling bird
[03:25.25]That wantons thro' the flowering thorn
[03:34.75]Ye mind me o' departed joys
[03:41.81]Departed, never to return