The Banks O Doon — текст песни (Burns Robert)

The Banks O` Doon
(Robert Burns)
Ye flowery banks o`bonie Doon,
How can ye blume sae fair;
How can ye chant, ye 1ittle birds,
And I sae 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 wood-bine twine,
And ilka bird sang o`its love,
And sae did I o`mine.
Wi`1ightsome heart I pu`d a rose
Frae aff its thorny tree,
And my fause luver staw the rose,
But left the thorn wi`me.
Wi`1ightsome heart I pu`d a rose,
Upon a mom in June:
And sae I flourish`d on the morn,
And sae was pu`d or noon!
Note: Tune is Cambdelmore (328A)
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