Джереми Роусон - Ye banks and braes - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, 
 How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? 
 How can ye chant, ye little birds, 
 And I sae weary, full o' care? 
 Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling bird, 
 That warble on the flowery thorn, 
 Ye mind me o' departed joys, 
 Departed never to return. 
 
 Oft have I roved by bonnie Doon 
 To see the rose and woodbine twine; 
 By morning and by evening shine
 To hear the birds sing o' their loves, 
 As fondly once I sang o' mine; 
 Wi' lightsome heart I stretched my hand 
 And pulled a rosebud from the tree
 But my lover stole the rose 
 And left, and left the thorn wi' me.