Ye Banks and Braes of Bonnie Doon — текст песни (John Mcdermott)

Ye banks and braes o` Bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I`m sae weary, fu` o` care!
Ye`ll break my heart, ye warbling birds,
That wanton through the flow`ring thorn
Ye mind me o` departed joys,
Departed, never to return.

Oft I have rove by bonnie doon,
To see the rose of woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang of its love,
And fondly sae did I o` mine.
Wi` lightsome heart I put a rose,
Full sweet upon the thorny tree.
But my false lover stole my rose,
And ah, she left the thorn wi` me.