Robert Burns

Here you will find the Poem bonie Doon of poet Robert Burns

bonie Doon

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 roved 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
 Frae aff its thorny tree;
And my fause luver staw my rose
 But left the thorn wi' me.