The Banks O'Doon
Scottish Poem By Robert Burns
The Banks O' Doon (also known as Ye Banks And Braes, after the opening line of the third version) is a Scottish poem written by Robert Burns in 1791.Related Scottish Country Dances
The Banks O'DoonBanks O'Doon By Robert Burns, First, Second And Third Versions
| First Version | Second Version | Third Version |
|---|---|---|
| Sweet are the banks - the banks o' Doon, | Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon, | Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, |
| The spreading flowers are fair, | How can ye bloom sae fair; | How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; |
| And everything is blythe and glad, | How can ye chant, ye little birds, | How can ye chant, ye little birds, |
| But I am fu' o' care. | And I sae fu' o' care! | And I sae weary, fu' o' care! |
| Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, | Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, | Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, |
| That sings upon the bough; | That sings upon the bough! | That wantons thro' the flowering thorn: |
| Thou minds me o' the happy days | Thou minds me o' the happy days | Thou minds me o' departed joys, |
| When my fause Luve was true: | When my fause Luve was true. | Departed - never to return! |
| Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, | Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, | Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird, |
| That sings beside thy mate; | That sings beside thy mate; | That wantons thro' the flowering thorn: |
| For sae I sat, and sae I sang, | For sae I sat, and sae I sang, | Thou minds me o' departed joys, |
| And wist na o' my fate. | And wist na o' my fate. | Departed never to return. |
| Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon, | Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon, | Aft hae I rov'd by Bonie Doon, |
| To see the woodbine twine; | To see the woodbine twine; | To see the rose and woodbine twine: |
| And ilka birds sang o' its Luve, | And ilka bird sang o' its Luve, | And ilka bird sang o' its Luve, |
| And sae did I o' mine: | And sae did I o' mine. | And fondly sae did I o' mine;. |
| Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, | Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, | Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, |
| Upon its thorny tree; | Upon its thorny tree; | Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree! |
| But my fause Luver staw my rose | But my fause Luver staw my rose, | And may fause Luver staw my rose, |
| And left the thorn wi' me: | And left the thorn wi' me. | But ah! She left the thorn wi' me. |
| Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, | Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, | |
| Upon a morn in June; | Upon a morn in June; | |
| And sae I flourished on the morn, | And sae I flourished on the morn, | |
| And sae was pu'd or noon! | And sae was pu'd or noon. |
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