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Robert Burns - Ye Banks And Braes O`Bonnie Doon
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Ye flowery banks o` bonie Doon,
How can ye blume sae fair ?
How can ye chant, ye little 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 woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o` its Luve ,
And sae did I o` mine.
Wi` lightsome heart I pu`d a rose,
Upon its thorny tree;
But my fause Luver staw my rose,
And left the thorn wi` me.
Wi` lightsome heart I pu`d a rose,
Upon a morn in June;
And sae I flourished on the morn,
And sae was pu`d or noon.
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