Robert Burns

The Banks o' Doon

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 wistna o' my fate.

Aft hae I roved by bonnie 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
    Upon a morn in June;
And sae I flourish'd on the morn,
    And sae was pu'd or' noon.

Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
    Upon its thorny tree;
But my fause luver staw my rose,
    And left the thorn wi' me.