52. Bonie Doon
—— R. Burns
Ye flowery banks o’bonie Doon,
How ye blume sae fair?
How ye t, 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 fau 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 roved by bonie Doon
To e the wood-biwine,
And ilka’ bird sang o’ its luve,
And sae did I o’ mine.
Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a ro
Frae aff its thorny tree;
And my fau luver staw’ my ro
But left the thorn wi’ me.