Ye banks and braes o' bonnie doon
 How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
 How can ye chant ye little birds
 And i sae weary full o' care?
 
 Ye'll break my heart ye warbling birds
 That wanton through the flowery thorn
 Ye 'mind me o' departed joys
 Departed never to return
 
 Oft hae i roved by bonnie doon
 To see the rose and woodbine twine
 And ilka bird sang o' its love
 And fondly sae did i o' mine
 
 Wi' lightsome heart i pulled a rose
 Full sweet upon its thorny tree
 And my false lover stole my rose
 But ah she left the thorn wi' me