Ye Banks And Braes O’Bonnie Doon
Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fair! How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu’ o’ care! Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonnie 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 bonnie bird That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o’ my fate. Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon To see the woodbine twine, And ilka bird sang o’ its love; And sae did I o’ mine. Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose Frae aff its thorny tree; And my fause luver staw the rose, But left the thorn wi’ me.
bonnie - pretty braes - hills fu' - full hae - have ilka - each oft - often sae - so wantons - disrespectful