Robert Burns

Here you will find the Poem Banks O' Doon, The of poet Robert Burns

Banks O' Doon, The

Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon, 
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? 
How can ye chant, ye little birds, 
And I sae weary fu' o' care! 
Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird, 
That wantons thro' the flowering thorn: 
Thou minds me o' departed joys, 
Departed never to return. 
Aft I rov'd by Bonie Doon, 
To see the rose and woodbine twine: 
And ilka bird sang o' its luve, 
And fondly sae did I o' mine. 
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, 
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree! 
Any my fause luver staw my rose, 
But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.