Ye Banks an Ye Breas

Duration

2:23

Genres

Folk

Description

Lyrics

Ye banks and Ye 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, chorus Yell break my heart ye warbling birds, That wanton through the flowery thorn, Ye mind me o departed joys, Departed never to return. Verse 2 Oft hae I roved by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine, And And ilka bird sang O its love, And fondly sae did I o mine. Wi lightsome heart I pulled a rose, Full sweet upon its thorny tree, And my false lover Stole my rose, But ah! He left the thorn in me