Ye Banks And Braes O' Bonnie Doon

Song Ye Banks And Braes O' Bonnie Doon
Artist Eddi Reader
Album The Songs Of Robert Burns[Deluxe Edition]

Lyrics

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[00:15.02] Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
[00:19.19] How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair
[00:23.26] How can ye chant, ye little bird
[00:26.78] Well I sae weary, fu' o' care
[00:30.26] Oh you break my he'rt, y' warbling bird
[00:34.16] That wantons thro' the flowering thorn
[00:38.10] Ye minds me o' departed joys
[00:41.60] Departed, never to return
[00:50.34] Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon
[00:55.29] To see the rose and woodbine twine
[00:59.10] And ilka bird sang o' its luve
[01:02.70] And fondly sae did I o' mine
[01:06.70] Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
[01:10.11] Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree
[01:13.42] And my fause Lover stole my rose
[01:17.38] But ah! he left the thorn wi' me
[01:49.58] Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
[01:53.27] How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair
[01:56.86] How can ye chant, ye little bird
[02:00.96] Well I sae weary, fu' o' care
[02:04.46] Oh you break my he'rt, y' warbling bird
[02:08.83] That wantons thro' the flowering thorn
[02:12.01] Ye minds me o' departed joys
[02:15.80] Departed, never to return
[02:19.07] Ye minds me o' departed joys
[02:23.05] Departed, never to return